Jill is outta here like she stole something

That's right, Jill pulled a runner and has moved out of the flat. I came home home on Friday and heard a bit of chat that she was thinking about moving, but that was it. The next time I saw her all her stuff was packed up and she was headed out the door. Not to worry though, we posted the vacant spot online and our new flatmate, Christian, moved in today. Finally, another guy around to even the odds a bit after almost 7 months of being the sole male . . .
That now leaves Whitney and I as the only remaining originals, but even I'm taking off in a few short weeks.

Not much to report other than that.
The Irish have stopped complaining about the rain and are now complaining about the heat. Either way, they end up inside a pub to escape the weather (whatever it might be).