I'm in the middle of emptying the kitchen but I've run out of boxes. Why on earth do people ever move 'just for fun'? I'm worn out already.
The kitchen bits arrive tomorrow and the fitter moves in on Monday.
Daughter's baby is due tomorrow.
It still doesn't seem real. I can't really imagine it happening: a new kitchen after all these years. No, I'm joking. Well, I'm not; the kitchen has been a long time coming. But really I meant I can't believe that any day now - or almost certainly in the next two weeks - there'll be a new baby in the family. Daughter, my child, will have a child of her own. Another rite of passage.
I must start taking my phone with me when I go out. ('Which is what you were supposed to do from the day it was given you!' Husband points out.)