The first of my flatmates to move out moved today.
It was... kind of interesting. She had these two movers who were basically Van and Munter from Outrageous Fortune.
They had mullets, and wore cut-off jeans. They also turned up with a can of Woodstock each and both seemed partial to a bit of puff. It took me about 20 minutes to realise who they reminded me of and then for the rest of the move it just made me smirk. Not the most professional movers, but they boast to being the cheapest in town (which I don't doubt) and they weren't my movers, so I just enjoyed the entertainment.
The countdown is now on. 6 sleeps until I move out and onward.