I"m happy to sit working at a bench by the shop window looking out but the view is somewhat grim today under a constant and unrelenting downpour of rain. I"m working on several pieces of leather with a particularly strong and pungent odour but in truth, I hardly notice it now, so familiar has it become. Only two of us are in the workplace today, the others out with Mr. Candleman buying fresh supplies of leather and cord. It would be quiet and peaceful within, were in not for Jack, the new worker who is repeatedly trying to whistle a dreadful jig he has heard somewhere and I am sorely tempted to yell at him to close his mouth and give his other orifice a chance. The rain beats down insistently and can be heard rattling onto the roof of the building.
Suddenly the door opens to my right and
