All day long I’ve had that song from My Fair Lady in my head; ‘I’m getting married in the morning, ding dong the bells are going to chime!” Except I’ve been singing “New York, we’re coming in the morning,” instead.
Tomorrow’s the big day, The Big Move.
We’ve packed about 17 suitcases, emptied and cleaned the house, said goodbye to everyone. Taxi’s coming at 6:45 in the morning.
We’re all set.
Hello New York.