Henry

James has a new friend. It is a vacuum cleaner and its name is Henry. I now share my home with two robots: a slightly curmudgeonly one that draws cartoons and obsessively attempts to improve things (apart from coffee, some films, and me); and a plastic one with a bowler hat and a pleasant smile.

Henry has a pink sister called Hetty but she has a house instead of a hat and that was too strange, even for us.