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The next day the Abbot felt the need to write to the odd Mr Blessing Justice; he felt that he needed to get things going again. Too much silence is bad, even for Abbots.

My Good Sir,

What news do you have for me?

The Bishop is to visit us in a few days and it would be a great feather in my hood if we could have a blessing such as you offer to present to him.

For the sums of money that you mention the Bishop may even agree to have you canonised. Would you be interested in such an honour?

Saint Blessing, it has a ring to it don't you think? We would have to think of flock to be in receipt of your saintly protection. Saint Blessing, patron saint of the financially inept, perhaps? What do you think?

Please advise me of your progress as soon as possible.

Yours most sincerely,

Abbot Costello.

Behold the day, behold, it is come: the morning is gone forth;
The rod has blossomed, pride has budded.

- Ezekiel 7:10

He reread it and then pressed 'send'. As he was turning off his computer there was a knock at his door.

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