Wow. Just wow. It had turned into a wonderful day. Blob Thing was happy and he was very happy that because of his suggestion his person had become so excited by something. This afternoon Blob has been helping her look through all the photos she took that day. She said that there was a particular blog post she had been wanting to publish ever since they had their day in Durham. She would have done so long ago but it was on the evening of that day that she and Blob sat down together and wrote the first post on this blog.
Every day since then they have sat together and discussed all that Blob wanted to include and exclude in talking about his adventures. Sometimes Blob has found himself thinking lots about things that quite possibly were only connected to his adventures in his head. And then, once they've talked for a while, Blob has told his person roughly what he wanted to say and she's been the one to type it all up.
When she agreed to do this, to help Blob Thing have a blog of his own, she hadn't conceived of how much work it would become. She thought Blob was going to say something like, "I went to Durham that day and saw a cathedral and a river and I enjoyed it." She never imagined that Blob would find so much to talk about or would want to discuss it all at quite as much length as he has. She doesn't mind putting in all this effort for Blob. They're friends and she loves him. But it does mean that much of the time Blob's person doesn't manage to find time to write her own blog.
Never mind, the photos for the Durham trip are all sorted. They've all been placed into posts. It's just the words that need to be written now. The hard part! And then she can say exactly what it was that made her so wildly happy flappy and over excited.
It was the end of their day and Blob and his person decided to have a drink before heading for home. Preferably a quiet drink. They walked up another side street and Blob spotted a cafe that looked ideal for their needs. It was away from all the shops in the busy street below and looked to be almost deserted. Wonderful. Just what they needed.
Blob and his person went in, ordered their drink and sat down. It felt good to sit after so much walking. And the cafe was rather splendidly decorated with lots of original pieces of art, some of which were for sale. Faithful readers of Blob's blob will spot that he has since returned to the cafe, after his thrilling adventures with Cuddy's Corse.
Blob Thing isn't going to write much today. He's tired and he wants to get a good night's rest for tomorrow - or today when this is published - when he plans to be a part of the Northern Pride parade. He's been helping make a placard tonight for his proudly autistic, transgender queer person. Blob too is proudly autistic. But as far as sexuality and gender go, he isn't sure that a small pink soft toy actually possesses such attributes. It's true that he uses male pronouns. But he's not really male. They were just the pronouns that were used on the day he was made and they're as good as any other for him. He wants to stick with them anyway.
Instead of writing, Blob wants to share some pictures of him enjoying the cafe.
The cafe, for anyone interested, is called Jumping Bean. They have a loyalty badge and Blob liked the cafe so much that he got his person to buy him one. He recommends the atmosphere there. He can't recommend the food, but only because he hasn't tried it.
On the way home from Durham Blob looked out of the window and saw something amazing. He saw an angel. He wouldn't have believed that just a few days later he would go and meet the angel, or that the angel would give him a message. Faithful readers of Blob's blob will already have read the message - everyone else can go and find it in another of Blob's posts.
An angel at the end of a brilliant day. What could be better than that?
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