Suppose I should be seasonal

On the other hand, why should I be nice and seasonal. I’m going to whinge and be seasonal. OK, work. Actually, in fairness this isn’t their fault, but it’s annoying nontheless.

Historically despite never giving us an xmas party of any description (except one year), the company give us a bottle of alcohol of our own choice and a big turkey. Very nice, and always appreciated. I usually don’t bother with the turkey – there’s only me, after all – but last year I thought “why not” and took it. It was great. Piece of cake to cook, cut all the meat off and store it in the fridge and sandwiches / dinners sorted for a week.

This year, I’m all looking forward to it and sharing it with KitKat in some attempt to be able to say I wasn’t completely unseasonal. Only the tax man has decided otherwise. Someone spotted the company were dishing them out and decreed that a turkey is taxable income. I mean, come on. How the hell do you tax someone on a turkey?

Personally, I’d have happily received the turkey and cropped off 23% of it. I’d have stored it in a nice, safe, warm place until April when the tax returns were due, popped it in an envelope and sent it to the tax office. Seems fair.

Incidentally, I got a bottle of Cointreau this year for a bit of a change. Nice and orangey. Sainsbury’s (where the accountant decided to buy it from) seem to have weird ideas, though. There’s a sticker on the back with a label on it reading:

“WARNING – contains a secirity device. DO NOT MICROWAVE”

Who the fuck microwaves bottles of booze?

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