Where the Goblin Lives

We'd planned our limited time in Lavenham strategically: a quick walk round town while the rain abated, then back to Guild Hall half hour prior to closing, while preserving the last half hour to see inside the tiny Hall House above as it closed last at 5:30. We knew because we'd stopped earlier and he handed us a flyer. Upon reflection though we both recalled the handing had been more like a jab. Here, take this and get going.

So we knocked on the heavy carved door.

He appeared startled, peering around its edge. “What, Look there. Have you not seen? Can you read? What does it say?” All snarly questions back, when we only had seen what we thought was the bottom line: closes at 5:30. What we hadn’t seen was - last visitor 4:30. We had so perfectly timed our blitz through the Guild Hall with hopes of touring the Geyer Anderson place (I remember them from a house in Cairo where they were expats in the 1800’s). But the goblin enjoyed turning us back and pointing out our poor skills of observation. Hope that six pounds we were poised to pay comes off his hide.