Blob Thing Relaxes With A Jumping Bean in Durham

Wow!  It had been a good day.  Blob had experienced a surprising number of good things.  He was happy.

He arrived in Durham and all of a sudden the quiet and calm lands he had been crossing for so many hours transformed into noise and bustle and crowds.  There were many people going in and out of shops.  And there was a bad busker singing along to a backing track while a man danced along, in a half rhythm that seemed to have no relationship to the song.

Blob wondered whether the people in the shops were having as good a day as his.  Some people did look quite happy but others looked a bit miserable about the whole thing.  He felt sorry for them because his day under the sky had been so good and free and they were caught up in the city and in the quest to shop.

Blob's person told him that this was what some people liked to do.  Not everyone would think that a long walk in the sunshine was a good day out.  Others would prefer to be in the shops.  Some people liked this kind of thing.  Blob thought that was very strange.  But his person reminded him that she likes some shops too and that when they had been in Durham the previous week they went in quite a few shops - mostly charity shops but those are still shops.  She also reminded him that most of his friends had been rescued from such shops.  Blob had to agree that shops can be good.  He wouldn't like to be without his friends.

Blob needed a rest and a drink before heading for home.  So he walked a little way up a side street.  Just a little way.  And it was quiet.  He wanted to go to a cafe he had been to before - and wants to tell you about.  It's called Jumping Bean.  Blob will post about it at a future date.  He likes it there and enjoyed sitting inside it the previous week.  This time he sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine and the relative peacefulness only a few metres from a busy, busy street.

And he sat and thought about his day.  He remembered his trip to Mars, his bravery meeting the big swans, the beauty of the route, his interest in the prison, and that fantastic abbey.  The angel had told him that there would be amazing days ahead of him.  Maybe this was one of them.

Blob sat and said to his person, "This is life."

And he smiled.

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