Sean's Stories

Posted by sean on December 5, 2018 at 12:48 am in Health with No Comments

I had my second hospital appointment of my annual leave today. While last week, I only had to go round the corner, this morning required a trip all the way to the Bristol Royal Infirmary. Bloody hell…

Upon arrival, I checked myself in with a helpful receptionist, who I managed to confuse by trying to convince that my name was, in fact, Sean and not Jean, as was printed on the appointment letter.

I was shown, along with Jean, to a very busy waiting room. A large whiteboard, with the names of various clinical staff, hung from the wall.

Coloured dots were stuck to the board, presumably to indicate any delays. Green for “Everything is okay”; yellow meaning “You’re going to be waiting a while. Best pick up a That’s Life magazine from the hospital shop”; with red representing “F**k! We’re on fire! An escaped lion is on the loose! Clinic is cancelled”.

I was reassured to see that, despite the vast amount of fellow outpatients occupying the waiting room, all the dots on the whiteboard were green. My confidence that I would be seen and home in time for lunch was shattered, when I realised that yesterday’s date was still written on the board. Surely all these poor patients hadn’t been waiting overnight?

50 minutes later, I was the only patient left. I was just about to switch all the green dots for red, when I was finally summoned into the doctor’s office.

All was going well, until I was asked to list all the medication I have been prescribed. I take so many pills, on a daily basis, that if you were to pick me up and shake me, I would rattle.

Therefore, given the fact I pop rather a lot of pills, I had a tough job in remembering everything I took. Claire was a great help, as we both kept shouting out the names of various drugs, as if we were on a strange edition of The Generation Game.

I escaped the consulting room and the clinic, but not before providing a blood sample. This time, instead of using a needle, my blood was taken by cutting the rear of my earlobe with a scaple. It’s amazing how much you bleed from that area, and gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “wet behind the ears”.

On the way back to the car park, I couldn’t help but enjoy some naughtyness in the hospital elevator. The child (as well as Leeds and Bath City fan) in me, had great fun, as the video below will testify…

Posted by sean on December 3, 2018 at 10:48 pm in 365 Blogs, Cooking with No Comments

One of posts I have been hoping to write from the 365 Blog Topic Ideas book, is My Favourite Recipe.

This evening we decided to make the most of our time off work, and do some cooking.

Unbelievably, despite this being our favourite meal to cook and eat, we haven’t done so in over a year. I know this because we have been in our new house for 368 days, and haven’t prepared the dish here.

Tonight, we cooked our favourite…

Cheesy gnocchi bake


  • 500g pack gnocchi
  • 200g cauliflower, divided into small florets
  • 250g spinach
  • 500g tub 4-cheese sauce
  • 4 tomatoes, sliced
  • 50g Cheddar cheese, grated


  • Heat the oven to Gas Mark 6/200C
  • Bring a saucepan to the boil, add the gnocchi and cauliflower, and cook for 1-2 minutes or until the gnocchi rises to the surface. Drain contents of saucepan
  • Cook spinach in microwave, according to pack instructions
  • In a gratin dish, combine half the cooked gnocchi, cauliflower, spinach and cheese sauce
  • Layer half the tomatoes on top, then combine the rest of the ingredients, finishing with a layer of tomatoes
  • Scatter over the Cheddar, season with black pepper (optional) and bake for 10 minutes until golden and bubbling

Posted by sean on December 3, 2018 at 12:25 am in Rabbits, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

It was my wonderful wife’s birthday last week. She was celebrating the big ’30’. Claire was complaining of being old. Nothing has changed. It is hardly like she transformed from Miley Cyrus to Jackie Stallone, as the clock struck midnight, on the day of her birthday.

Anyway, given the fact I am 36, I hardly think it is time for her to apply for an older person’s railcard – although I’ve promised her unlimited use of my stairlift and mobility scooter. Us old folk need to stick together.

To celebrate her special day, we decided to join her parents, in braving the gales and rain of Storm Diana, and go Christmas shopping at Clark’s Village in Street. Did I say we were “celebrating”?

Amongst all the outlets in the open air retail centre, was a shop which really caught my eye. Proving that age is simply a number and in no way a reflection of mental maturity, I simply had to take photographic evidence, that a business could share a name with my pet rabbit… and an empire of 57 million people.

Besides getting excited about shop-fronts, I am also able to gift some pretty awesome birthday pressies – if I do say so myself.

Look what I bought Claire. Can you guess who it is?

Posted by sean on November 28, 2018 at 11:29 pm in Rabbits with No Comments

Roman enjoying a sleep on our sofa.

The trouble is, he’s resting on Claire’s side!

Posted by sean on November 27, 2018 at 11:25 pm in Shopping with No Comments

My plans to spend the day playing Red Dead Redemption 2, from morning until night, were ruined again! I’d have got away with it too, if it wasn’t for those meddling kids. I lie. It wasn’t the fault of any children, I had to make a trip to Bristol, to go shopping in Asda – or as the locals of BS30 call it, “Asdoor”.

Take a look at the photos below, to see how we got on…

After we had been up and down every aisle in the entire superstore (that’s no exaggeration), loading the trolley until it was on the verge of overflowing, we headed towards the checkout. Sadly, we were not taking part in Supermarket Sweep, so we had to pay for everything.

As the cashier scanned our massive shop, Claire and I looked on anxiously, worrying at just how much everything would cost. Once it was time for payment, I half expected Dermot O’Leary to turn up, to reveal the grand total, as if he was on Comic Relief announcing how much had been raised.

I won’t reveal how much it all cost, but let’s just say, for the same amount of money, I could have bought an Xbox on Black Friday.

Why not? Afterall, everyone associates flamingos with the birth of Jesus Christ.

The Best of EastEnders. The world’s shortest DVD.

Note to self: If I ever go fishing and fail to catch anything, nip into Asda on the way home, buy this and then soak in the praise.

If they ever make Wagon Wheels geletin free, it’ll be a happy day.

The new Quorn pizza. What an exciting time to be alive.

Cheap chicken burgers. Incidentally, there is more meat in the Quorn pizza, than in an entire box of these.

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