keeping a low profile

Hello Dear Blog Readers
There is not much new to report from the Mean Streets of NW8, except of course that Hubster arrived back from NYC this morning, with visa firmly attached to his passport. He starts work at an international financial consulting firm on Monday, 6 Oct. I shall play the "Hallelujah Chorus" during breakfast as a send-off.

He arrived home still suffering from the head-cold virus with which he left and promptly went to bed to sleep off jet lag.
Meanwhile, the virus that I thought I had beaten seemed to linger on. I attempted a brisk workout at The Gym, but was daunted by the sight of the rowing machine. I avoided it until the end of my work-out, and fortunately/unfortunately, it was occupied by a brawny male athlete. I was relieved that I would not have to compete with the electronic pace boat. I came back to A Flat on Abbey Road and crashed on the sofa until the bedroom was vacated, then slept until after dinner-time. I am hoping that the sore-throaty thing doesn't last too much longer.

We are looking forward to Son's visit on the 12th of October, and TeenE's 15th birthday on Tuesday 7 Oct. We will probably save the celebration until after her brother's arrival.

I am making plans for a visit to NYC and/or Belmont for the issuance of my own visa.
Cheers!