("...because goblin's are not to be trusted, yet I thought everyone knew that..." replied the goblin liking brinny's style thinking she was very brave indeed to post with a goblin who loved this thread then, saying "...it's as they say something worth reading twice is worth writing twice, so me, I'm doing air/edit/backup of my posts here, and together our posts will evolve...")
the goblin looked down at his coffee, he knew that organic somehow meant tasteless and here he was stuck in dungford’s health-food cafe-restaurant shop whose sole redemption seemed to be its one connection to the internet, probably organic too, definitely old then, not that he was on-line though, just that he felt that somewhere behind the piles of organic jumbo oats, fresh fruit and vegetables if he avoided overt eye contact (something he had learnt form david attinbourgh’s life of primates) the women might take less affront to his using a laptop knowing that he was in the heart of their realm watching their slow transformation from reckless youth, single mother, (whatever), on to that of solid english matron and final OAP, - ah, but perhaps that was only a superficial interpretation belittling their efforts on their long road to that final attainment of one's true state of "attitude", he wanted to write more, he was finding his observations interesting even to himself for once but with the approach of lunchtime, he noted that david had only pretended to eat the foliage whereas the goblin, seeing that the floor was bare, might not be so lucky
