It should really mean doing the tangle oh. Oh, being code for a frenzy of abuse that would make a docker blush.
It really is Dyson with death; death of the long drawn out tedium of untangling the lead and plug after doing a strictly performance across the rich red carpet. If the professionals in Strictly were to just laugh at the futility of their partners in their noble attempts to trip gaily across the ballroom floor, you would have some idea of the vacuous object guffawing at my hapless efforts at domestic expedience.
I should have just fired up Puck, my USS Enterprise shaped robot cleaner. It’s slower and needs encouragement with the gritty end of carpet life but it does save the fragility of my short fused patience. It took me twenty minutes to disentangle the lead from my wheelchair. How can four wheels and a cable create such chaos?