Home help

At my sister’s house, my sister, Mum and I lifted our feet for the robotic vacuum cleaner busily doing its thing while we relaxed on the sofas. Here is it emerging from under the coffee table. It has little whirly whiskers, reminding me of the mechanical mice in Ray Bradbury’s story There Will Come Soft Rains. The mechanical mice sweep the floor and, while they disappear into the skirting boards, this robot cleverly parks itself on its recharging post.