My vacuum cleaner is broken. All is not lost though because it just so happens that I bought a new stiff-bristled broom a couple of weeks ago. It really is a very satisfying job to sweep the house with a broom. No eardrum bursting vrooming sending the cats scattering, just some brisk strokes, a kind of conflation of swishing and whisking; the broom as a swisk-stick. After tackling the kitchen and stairs and front room, I was warmer than I have been for days. Strangely it also leaves you feeling a little glow of sanctimoniousness.
Two proverbs knocked off in one.