8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go.
Come on, everybody!
8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go...
Can't hear you!
8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go. 8 weeks to go.
Eight weeks, or 56 days. For another 56 days Jessica and I will wake up in our bed to the sound of Radio Nova's annoyingly-not-funny morning snow. We can take a shower together. For 56 days, we'll eat toast and read our newspapers together, and then make those interesting remarks about the news. For another 56 days, Jessica will go to bed early and read, while I will be up late and surf the Net.
On the 57th day, we become Us.
And Radio Nova will have to give way to Hilda's show.