‘Twas the night before Christmas, Snow heading our way; The presents were wrapped To be opened next day. The table was set – Mulled wine, steeped in spice; The food prep completed And Prosecco on ice. I sipped on white…
It is widely accepted that technical instructions are written for men, who never bother to read them – they simply wade in to install, wire or assemble. Broadly speaking, women struggle to understand such directives, probably because they are written…
‘Twas the night before Christmas And time for a break; So a few days off Mistress would take. Cynthia too, would Have chance to de-stress Free from the nuisance Of Mistress’s mess. Another year over – So much we have…
I have never truly understood Our love of the beautiful game – Celebrity status, controversy, Its silverware, fortune and fame. Twenty two men, testosterone fuelled Each hell bent on a win for their side; Fast and fierce, laying siege to…
‘Twas the night before Christmas With light snow underfoot; But Chambers were cosy As our feet up, we put. Wet stockings were hung By the fire, to dry there; My boots had been polished With Cynth’s loving care. We’d a…
‘Twas the night before Christmas And dark across town, As Mistress and Cynth With a brew, settled down. By the flickering firelight They sat on the floor, And chatted about The year gone before. Old friends were welcomed – To…
‘Twas the night before Christmas And chambers were closed; Whilst Cynthia busied, Mistress just dozed. Another year over – A new one to start; A good time for thanks Which come from my heart. To all those who serve And…
Whilst slaves were voting in their droves yesterday, a new party was unveiled by Cynthia. No doubt its manifesto will be concise and organised with strong leadership and the aim to achieve a landslide in 2020. Just think what it…
‘Twas the night before Christmas The chambers were quiet, And Mistress would start On a strict liquid diet. Her wet stockings were hung By the fireside to dry; She’d a glass in her hand And a warming mince pie. She’d…
The Apprentice wannabes’ games last episode should have been called “Haven’t a Clue-Doh!” (thank you M for coming up with that)! Naturally, Cynthia was straight on to the task with a fun- for-all game, where the only outcome would be…