Cadfael Got Fired

Tuesday afternoon I get a call from Mervin saying that they’ve had some complaints about Cadfael’s barking at the newsstand. He’s a dog – he barks at other dogs he sees as aggressive – there are a lot of drug users walking around with their dog on a string and chavs with their pit-bull-dog-terriers with giant balls. Okay so Cadfael also sees little old ladies’ toy dogs and blind peoples’ helper dogs as possibly aggressive too but really he doesn’t bark that much – just enough to make the blind person jump. So Cadfael got fired. So on Wednesday I decided to quit – at first it seemed like a bad idea; it was lovely and sunny, the sweet nervous guy stopped by and said hello but then I remembered the cold and the rain and the fact that my newsstand will only keep the papers dry and the vast amount of layers I have to wear to keep alive, and the holes in my shoes that let the cold and the damp in for three hours, and Cadfael stuck at home, and a bunch of other reasons, and I’m sorry to say I quit. So no more tales from the newsstand I’m afraid.


Good news I’m off to Chicago for two weeks this Tuesday. Bad news Chris gave me his cold – so I’m also afraid this entry is much like the parts I always get in Shakespeare plays boring, short, but pivotal to the plot.