Facing the enemy

I hate the hoover and the hoover hates me - Last time I hoovered the drive belt went and I couldn't get it to the place where it lives to replace it so the hoover went on a holiday to an electricians house and he replaced all the parts.
So as I have a friend coming round tomorrow night I knew my enemy and I would have to face each other, at first it looked as if the hoover would beat me, as the melting rubber smell radiated from the vent, but no fear the smell dissipated and I was able to finish hoovering the living room.

The hoover is now sulking in the corner

Andi 1 - Hoover - 0