Unfortunately, Oliver HATES the hoover. He always has done, and despite thinking he'd conquered his fears a couple of weeks ago, it is now back with a vengeance. Today was the worst ever- he always starts crying as he sees me get it out, and he wiggles from side to side nervously. And today, he didn't just cry real, sad boy tears, but he was properly SCREAMING and crying all the way through and didn't stop the entire time I was whizzing around upstairs. I really hope the neighbour wasn't in or he probably thought something VERY terrible was happening to him! I can only ever hoover half the house at once, but my hair falls out so much that I have to hoover at least twice a week, at least downstairs. Aghhh!!! I plan to continue to hoovering, I'm afraid... but for the sake of my ears and sanity I hope he gets over it SOON!
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