Omar's Diary for Sunday 3rd Jan 2016 - The Servants get wet again

After fulfilling their duties and obligations to me The Servants were on their way to the stables quite early this morning.  Surprisingly their riding apparel had dried out overnight and they did look smart.  They left full of hope and optimism that the weather would be kinder to them today than yesterday.  I knew differently as while Man Servant was preparing the breakfasts I saw on the BBC weather forecast that the rains would be starting quite soon.

Just as they left the driveway in front of Omar Towers the rain started. Not just a gentle spattering against the windows but a full on downpour that continued for most of the morning.  I exercised my retention muscles, curled up on the sofa and dreamt of luxury kibble, prawns and salmon.  Did I give The Servants a thought? No Idid not as it would have interrupted my dreams.

In my dreams I was just tucking into the last piece of smoked salmon when I was abruptly woken  by The Servants returning from their ride. Oh what a state they were in again.  Totally drenched and dripping water all over the hall carpet.  Just like yesterday and to add insult to injury, the sun broke through the clouds.

The self congratulatory comments were not quite as effusive as yesterday and I did detect a slight frisson of tension in their words.  Lady Servant had a strategy this morning that if she took a bacon sandwich up to the stables to give to the Servant Trainer this would delay the start of the lesson.  Lady Servant also thought that Servant Trainer can be a bit scratchy some mornings unless he has something to eat and this strategy would soften his teaching methods.  Man Servant delayed giving the Servant Trainer his sandwich until quite late into the lesson by which time Lady Servant was being 'beasted ' as they say in the military about not staying on the track.  Also, what did not help matters was that Man Servant rather overdid the Dijon mustard and Servant Trainer's head was nearly blown off like a wildcat oil well striking a gusher. I wonder why it is called a 'wildcat' well?

Back in the privacy of Omar Towers Lady Servant did question Man Servant's parentage.  Well, not so much his parentage and more a question of the year of his parent's marriage compared to the year of his birth.

The rest of this Sunday passed in an atmosphere of domestic harmony.  I left The Chavs alone sleeping in their respective corners around the house.  Lady Servant busied herself with taking down the Christmas decorations and baking.  Man Servant was banished to 'his garage'.  I think this was that he had overheard Servant Instructor give Lady Servant a bit of a wigging about not being able to 'stay on the track'.  I cannot believe his language was really that restrained but I can only report what I have heard.  What caused Man Servant's banishment was the fact that he drew a map of a riding school clearly showing where the track ison a piece of paper and presented it to Lady Servant just before lunch.  This was not a good move to bring some humour into the situation.

The weekend has finished and all the Christmas celebrations are over for another year.  Life returns to normal again whatever that entails.