A Buffer Polish for the Night

After rumbling across the garden terrace this afternoon, my front magnet had gathered a faint smudge of dark garden dust. That simply wouldn't do for an engine of my standing! I rolled back inside toward the tall floor lamp, parking right on the edge of a discarded, smooth microfiber cloth dropped near the magazine basket. With brisk little shuffles backward and forward, I pressed my front buffer squarely into the soft cloth, buffing the metal till it caught the lamp's amber beam with a brilliant flash. Back to absolute perfection!