One of the things that Mike loves to do is sing. I think he's quite good (maybe love is deaf as well as blind), although it seems that his work colleagues say he is tone deaf. I suspect they say it to try and shut him up, because once he has a tune in his head it stays there all day, causing him to break out into song quite suddenly. Sometimes he will hear a song on the radio and it becomes the theme tune for the day. At other times it can simply be something that has been said to him, which triggers something in his memory and out pops a song. Well this morning it was something I said. He was trying to reach for his watch at the side of the bed:
Me: Careful you don't roll out of bed.
Mike: Not a good idea I might break.
Me: Well I'm not picking up the pieces.
Mike: ♫ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces.♫
It could have been worse. A week ago it was ♫ My, my, my, myeloma.♫ to the tune of Delilah. I fear there may be more to come!
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