Look at this photo and take note if what you see…
A clock. Nothing special, besides a rather nice design.
Look at the time, on the clock…
Just after 5pm. Better think what you’re having to eat for your evening meal.
Wrong. It’s not just after 5pm. The time is 5.11am. That’s right – AM.
I know what you’re thinking. “What in God’s name is he doing up at this time, yet alone blogging about it?”
Either that, or, “Wow. Sean’s been out to a club, has been partying all night and just arrived home”
Afraid not.
I have just woken up. I haven’t been to any party or nightclub. I am very much still in hospital. Southmead Hospital, in Bristol, to be precise, but we’ll come to how I moved and ended up here, on another blog, much later today, or even tomorrow.
The reason I am up at this time is because I am eating and drinking. Before today, I thought only foxes, badgers and jetlagged Australians visiting the UK, ate at this time.
I am eating my breakfast – under strict doctor’s orders. I may finally be having surgery today (although more likely, tomorrow), and instead of making me starve, while I remain Nil By Mouth, I should have breakfast now.
The reason that I am blogging about this, is sadly not under the instructions of a doctor, wanting to read my blog.
I am blogging now, in order to wake myself up and allow time for my coffee to cool down, to a temperature which will not cause my gullet to develop 3rd degree burns, if swallowed.
Trying the coffee now, it would appear that I can now drink and eat. I’ll leave things like this, for now. I’m not even going to spell-check or proof-read the blog. It’ll be a case of drink coffee, eat toast, get back to sleep!
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