It's hardly surprisin'

For those who wonder about my wellbeing (rather than those freeloaders who like pictures of slapheads and hairdressers), my discomforts during this home visit have been:

1. Mucositis - This isn't much fun: a really sore mouth and lower lip. It's not quite ulcers, but very painful to touch, making the consumption of hot drinks and acidic food, the brushing of my teeth, and sometimes even speech (among other things) a bit of a chore. It's a common side-effect of methotrexate, and I think it's starting to clear up a bit, but even bacon sandwiches don't quite have the same zing at the moment. Well, they still have a bit of a zing, which is the problem.
2. Occasional ickiness - Sounds about par for the course.
3. Fatigue - Some might point out that much of my time at home is always spent asleep, but this time it's not sheer lethargy. My haemoglobin was quite low when I came out of hospital, so it's probably due to the consequent anaemia.

On other business, I'm being referred to the Royal Marsden at Sutton for my autograft, which was news to me until a secretary from there rang me up to ask when I wanted an appointment. "For what?" pondered I. Anyway, I'm not sure quite whether I'll be there for the whole thing, or just the main event, but I'll let you know when I do.

On a more serious note:

A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus:
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah

This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in, it's hardly surprisin'
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus

First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning, "How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!"

Chorus

The daughters got married and so did the sons
The windmill had christ'nin's when no one was list'nin'
They all sang in chorus, "How lucky we am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus

A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice
There's nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.