Blob Thing Sings The Kyrie And Gets Ruined

Blob Thing was really enjoying his day out.  He's laughing now because his person wrote that and then he remembered a tip for writers that he read last week.  It said to not use the word really.  If something is happening, it is really happening and readers can spot that it's happening without that word.  Blob reminded his person of the tip and told her to start again.

Blob Thing was enjoying his day out a great deal.  He had already been to Mars, talked with swans, seen marvellous views while walking along the river, and now he had arrived at an ancient abbey.  It was very nice but he could see that it had fallen into a state of disrepair.  Blob's person told him that the abbey had not been used for that purpose in a very long time.  All the monks had been thrown out of it nearly five hundred years ago.  Blob could hardly believe it.  That seemed to him to be an unfeasibly long time.  But his owner assured him it was true and that a king called Henry had done it.  Blob has been reading about it since he got home but is still confused by what possible connnection there could be between someone wanting to get divorced and a disused abbey in County Durham.

He loved the abbey but wished it had a roof.  He got slightly worried that all the monks must have got very cold and wet living there.  But his person told him that all the rooms would once have had roofs.  It would still have been cold though because the monks did not have central heating and they had to get up very early even in winter.  Every single day.  Blob wasn't sure that he would have liked to be a monk.

Blob explored Finchale some more and then he went down some steps and got very, very excited to find himself here.  A room with a ceiling.  It was beautiful.

Blob asked his person a question but before she could answer he spotted the room had a rather brilliant echo and he asked if they could sing something together, something suitable for a monastic environment.  And so they sang together Blob and his person.  They sang the Kyrie and they sang it loudly, not caring that someone might enter the room, think them weird, and stare at them.

Kyrie, eleison

Christe, eleison

Kyrie, eleison

Lord, have mercy

Christ, have mercy

Lord, have mercy

Blob enjoyed the singing.  He really enjoyed the singing!  He doesn't even care about ignoring tips for writing because he enjoyed it so much.  The echo was wonderful.  The setting was wonderful.  And the sound of his voice was so beautiful.  His person's voice wasn't quite so pretty.  At least she was in tune.

Blob doesn't believe in that particular Lord that he was singing about but sometimes you just have to sing for the joy of singing.  He had learned that not many days earlier when singing shape note from The Sacred Harp and from Shenandoah Harmony.  That was a fantastic weekend which is why he began his blog by talking about it.

Blob couldn't keep singing forever.  There were still miles to walk and he hadn't finished exploring the abbey.  He was in ruins.  And at that moment it seemed to be the perfect place to be.

Just look at him.  Have you ever seen a happier Blob Thing or one more satisfied with the simplicity of going for a walk.  He is possibly the most amazing blob in the entire world.

Blob had adored being at Finchale Priory.  But it was time to go.  So he and his owner left behind the monastic walls and continued their trip to Durham.  It wasn't long before Blob passed some other walls.  He wants to tell you about them next time.