I am now finally the owner of a Henry. This makes me far giddier than owning a vacuum cleaner should.
PS. While in the store, had a little kid come up to the line of Henries (and one Hetty) on display, address each of them in turn, give them hugs, and tell them he loved them.
What really guts me is knowing just how wonderful we could make this damn world if most of us weren’t in the employ of a relative handful of fucking psychopaths…