Christmas – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

It’s Christmas time, and there’s no need to be afraid

but it can spice things up a bit.

Next Christmas you can give her sole title to the house and all your finances.

And there’s New Year to look forward to after that.

I’m sure she can find a way of taking your mind off it.

I like turkey, but I hope Mike and Juan don’t give me any more of that special eggnog. It tasted weird…

Funnily enough, the year after they all gave each other little leather purses. What are the odds, eh?

Bah humbug

Twas the night before Christmas, and Servitor’s plan

To come up with a themed post had failed – stupid man.

No Santa-esque dommes, or cruel Christmas contraptions

Had he, so he just posted 12 normal captions.

Lifelong learning ensues.

Funny how the pictures featuring soft sweaters give rise to some of my
more disturbing ‘work’. (Well, it disturbs me! Doesn’t it disturb
you?)

Nice clean boots, hasn’t she? Someone backstage has the best job in televison, that’s for sure.

I’m not feral. I’m very domesticated. I don’t even try to go up onto the furniture any more.

Oh, I liked writing this one. Isn’t her expression just perfect?

Just wait until she looks in the bedroom – there’s at least another three lying around in there. That Anna, born in a barn she was.

Big meanie. I mean really big. Huge.

Multitasking. I’ve heard women are better at it.

Well, yes, I suppose so. That and the company.

… and? And what? Bloody hell Servitor, what are you playing at?

Yeay! Medical play with actual medicines! What’s that you’re asking? Safe, sane and consensual? Let’s just say 0 out of 3 ain’t bad. Now take your pills and shut up.

They pride themselves on maintaining a non-hierarchical environment.
Everyone – from the Chief Executive herself down to the lowest
programmer, is equally empowered to slap the tampon boy, if he gets
uppity.