Confession time: I’m a bit of a clean freak. I’m not full-on obsessive, but close enough that my wife bought me the object of my desire for my 40th birthday: a Dyson vacuum cleaner (never call it a Hoover).
In fairness, I already had a garage full of motorcycles and accessories, plus a bulging bag of camera gear, so her choices were limited. While I’m often to be found cleaning the family home and everything in it, my bike and camera get special attention.
