Well, the good news is that we're finally leaving. The neighborhood police officers told us the neighbors feel that we're ruining the 'ambiance' of the building, so basically, everybody is relieved at this turn of events.
The somewhat questionable news is that we're being given the runaround on getting the final walkthrough done. The letting agency has kept giving us the wrong phone numbers (yes, plural) to schedule it and today, a friend of the landlord showed up with his video camera, intent on filming the place, and in possession of... wait for it... keys to the apartment.
That's the third set, that we know of thus far, that's in circulation and I'm sure the landlords are going to attempt screwing us royally on the remaining rent and the deposit, charming people that they are.
The somewhat amusing part of this tale of fail is that we got accidentally accused of growing cannabis due to the ineptitude of the landlord's solicitor....