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I Will Run .... Later

I've been registered for Saturday's Nike Run London 10k for a couple months now. I'm psyched to run it. PB was in the making. Alas, it looks like I'll be in the wrong city.

Heading to NY tomorrow morning for an impromptu week-long homecoming.

Maybe I'll pack my festive, official Run London t-shirt do a loop around Central Park ... that's 10k.

Back next weekend, just in time to begin running around London, but this time to look at flats. Seem we're definitely out of M2, just don't know when.

We get sweet handwritten notes from our landlady saying "I'll let you know as soon as I know anything" and then emails from the realtor saying she's "adamant" that we can't renew the lease. And, of course, she's not saying when she wants us out. But the lease is up on 14 November.

"Adamant!" All this time I thought our lovely land lady was a sweeet goodie two-shoes.

The story is she's selling the building ...

Hey! I didn't know our furniture/art was posted on the Internet, and did Gypsy sign a model release?? Isn't that an invastion of privacy?!?

... and her lead prospect doesn't want tenants, but so far there's no word on if the sale is going to happen. Her son-in-law is handling the whole thing (she's just a fragile artist, he's the big, strong money-handling person). Hmmm, dotty old woman or shrewd business lady trying to string us along and collect as much ex-pat rent until the sale goes through?

She best beware the boomerang* known as karma.

We could be out mid-November, or could be moving just in time for Christmas.

Nice. Very friggin' nice.

And we breathe .....

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Q. What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?

A. A stick.