Fly Me To The Moon

Partly because I'm scared to tell you this for fear of jinxing it, I'm backing into some news slowly and gently... Prepare for lift-off:

5. 

I lay awake, thinking: "Oh god, oh god, oh god, what have I got myself into?"

4. 

The Australian dashed out to buy champagne and when he returned we stood opposite each other glugging it at great speed while I broke the World Record for talking very fast with a mouthful of inappropriately spicy crisps (with Moet! I'm all class...)

3. 

I got up, paced around and walked over to the sink whereupon I seized the washing-up brush and scrubbed frantically anything within reach, humming a deranged tune and waiting for hell to freeze over / a month of Sundays / flying pigs.

2. 

I giggled briefly and my vision blurred and the words I was looking at did not make sense so I read them again, and again, and again...

1. 

My agent sent me an email and the subject header was: OFFER.

LIFT-OFF!