The dog owners come in, and to my surprise,
they remember that it’s their dogs night out
too, so, the dog bowls are filled for those twin
labradoodles, and in unison a pint of Camden
Hells, a glass of Pinot are downed, whilst the
canines lap up their much needed aqua.
On an adjacent table, a collective; of which, I
will call “The Merry Wives of Newark” mentally
pummel the new bar-hand, with their saucy
scowls and “banter”, his polite, coy response is
a compound of both concentration and a little
fear, thus, perhaps a wry suggestion that he may
need a course of therapy; enters into my mind,
but reassured, his smile is confident, for the
loose women comfort him, that all is a joke,
thus, with the dogs and the ladies happy,
this truly makes a scene, that is so serene!