Lodger has left. Quietly ... well sort of ... I had to give her a further nudge on Monday.
On Friday morning I told Lodger that someone (this is a fictional someone following advice I was given) was moving into the room on Monday night. Lodger opened her mouth to say something, but didn't and went to her room, leaving the house about an hour later. She did not return - not Friday, not Saturday nor Sunday. As far she Lodger knew, the moving out deadline was Sunday night. (Following advice, the deadline before I would physically stop her entering the house was 6pm on Monday but I did not advise Lodger of the leeway). I waited at home each and every minute of the weekend, believe me it was a very l o n g weekend, even though I had friends over for support most of the time.
When she had not returned by Monday 10am I phoned her. She did not answer and did not return my call, so at 2pm I sent her a text reiterating the message I left in the morning saying that all her belongings must be removed by 6pm or I would pack them up and deliver them to safe place XYZ for her to collect. I also organised for the front door lock to be changed, since I had not heard a word from Lodger for over 3 days.
At 5.30pm Lodger with her uncle arrive. While Lodger is literally throwing her stuff together, uncle and I chat. Apparently I am a bad person for only giving Lodger a few days notice and how he had to drive her around Saturday and Sunday so she could look at rooms. 'The bad me' took delight in showing him the notice that Lodger had signed a little over 2 weeks ago and it was hard not to miss the look he threw Lodger's way.
So, a little after 6pm on Monday, when Lodger had gone, my handy and supportive friend and I changed the lock on front door.