Omar's Diary - Saturday 21st July 2018

TRUMP - SEMANTICS - HEATWAVE - BRITISH POLITICS - NEW WHITE GOODS

Since my last diary on 8^th July, which received the Golden Cherry accolade from the Editors at ABC Tales, the world has changed most considerably.

Servant Trump has made his non-state visit to this country, then Belgium to meet other members of a defence alliance and then on to somewhere called ‘Russia’.  In the wake of this tour is the detritus of mixed messages, denials and backtracking over what was and wasn’t said.  ‘Semantikos’ is the Greek origin of the servants’ present day word ‘semantics’. Semantics is the study and interpretation of the meaning of language.  I think any servants who do study semantics and have analysed what servant Trump has said or not said would either be ripping up their qualifications or concentrating on worthier subjects to study.

Personally, I do not understand how a servant such as Trump can openly deny what he has said that was seen and heard by millions of other servants and how the difference between ‘would’ and ‘wouldn’t’ can create such a stir.

The grounds of Omar Towers are looking very dry as the heatwave over Britain continues.  Every day clouds gather making false promises of much needed rain and then move on without a conscience.  Lady Servant makes sure that the pot plants and hanging baskets receive enough water but it is almost a losing battle she has taken on.  Man Servant does his best by recycling the ‘grey’ water on to the garden.  I also notice that in the front garden my Servants have put out a shallow dish on the ground which they fill with fresh water every night.  This is partly for Mitsie who insists on spending these warm nights outside guarding the limousine and partly for other species.  As I have already alluded to the Greek classical language I may as well use the Latin names for the other species which are ‘erinaceus’ for the hedgehog, ‘vulpes’ for the fox and my own personal favourite ‘dama dama’ for the fallow deer that are frequent nocturnal visitors to the front of Omar Towers.  And for ground feeding avians as well.  They all have to fend for themselves as they do not have any servants to look after their needs like my own breed, ‘felis silvestris catus’ or in Mitsie’s case ‘feline catus’.  Please try to help them in these difficult times.

Servants known as ‘politicians’ have constantly headlined the media over the last two weeks, even more so than usual.  Constantly scrapping with each other, posturing to make themselves better than their competitors in what seems to me to be a permanently febrile environment.  Saying one thing, doing another and denying they ever did either creating instability just at a time when it is most needed.

Being an observer of these servants’ antics from the perspective a feline, and I must say ‘a quite well bred one at that’, I am rather glad that I am a feline and not a servant.

When we have a disagreement with other felines, such as I did last night we have a spat, a bit of a hiss at each other and there is either a victor, usually me, and a feline that is vanquished.  Once we have had our disagreement the matter is closed, we do not keep reopening old wounds, or rumble along with plans of revenge.  We get on with our respective lives.

Another major change in the world is that my Servants have had a new kitchen appliance delivered yesterday in the form of a washing machine.  This caused much excitement and a little bit of chaos as the delivery servants removed the old machine and installed the new one.  One of the delivery servants was a bit grumpy about the space the machine had to be fitted into while the other younger one was most helpful to Lady Servant.  Mitsie took a very active interest in this event.  Well, she would wouldn’t she, please note servant Trump how I used those two words, as she is very much below stairs here in Omar Towers.  Lady Servant is much relieved at this turn of events as there were rumours that the only way the laundry could have been done this weekend was to find a nearby stream.

Alas, ‘no’.