Omar's Diary to Saturday 5th December 2015

It hasn't been too bad a week really.

Lady Servant has been working from home for most of the week.  Mind you, she actually left the house with Man Servant at some ungodly morning hour with the intention of being away for at least two days.  Knowing Man servant was also going to be away for at least twelve hours I had planned to have a few friends around to share a louche and sybaritic day.  Those plans fell down quicker than a grouse on 12th August when Lady and Man Servant returned home within twenty minutes having been recalled by an email asking her not to travel until the next day.  It was nice having her at home for an extra day but oh, my plans were thwarted a bit.

Then on Thursday Lady Servant was away very early in the morning to catch a plane to Leeds scheduled to return on Friday.  I am not sure where Leeds is as it does not figure on the international jet setters itinerary or the Dry Martini circuit either.  At least not in my book anyway.  When Lady Servant did return on Friday we heard al about her being given access to the Executive Club at Leeds International Airport.  It sounded very exclusive with free lunches, free drinks, free massage chairs and free magazines as seen in my header picture.

On Thursday Man Servant had his louche and sybaritic evening while Lady Servant was away.  Dinner from the ping box in the kitchen on a tray in front of the TV.  Fortunately he chooses not to watch some of the mindless programmes and did venture to Al Jazeeras English news for a while.  On Friday morning he slept in which was partly my fault as I failed to knead his chest at about six as I do every morning.  No, I thought, I will let you sleep on as it is jolly good fun watching him panic squeezing an hour's efforts to get ready for work into forty five minutes.

If ever I have the chance to fly to Leeds and am offered access to the executive club lounge then I think I will have to politely decline.  Lady Servant was quite well when she left on Thursday morning but was not very well Friday evening and most of Saturday.

My conclusion is that she must have contracted a virus in the club and that is why I would not avail myself of its facilities.  QED I believe is the phrase in these circumstances.

If I am ill, as I have been a few times this year, my servants make one phone call to the vets.  I am bundled, with little dignity, into my cat carrier and voila I am at the surgery.  With the servants their vets were closed for the weekend and so, without calling the emergency services, Lady Servant would have to wait until Monday to see her vet.

As far as health matters are concerned I am grateful for being a feline and not a servant.