So, today. About that.
I got up at 9:15, and went straight across the street to help our wonderful neighbours move out. They just went to closing, so it's finally over. But today was a total fiasco. I had been helping them move trash and other stuff out last night, but they still had a long way to go. so today we moved everything out of the house, save the major appliances. There was a ton of garbage to get rid of, so they called in a lorry to take care of that. There were also some boxes that the movers forgot to get, so they had to call in a nother moving lorry to take about five boxes. Harmless, right?
So the moving lorry gets here, and the driver has to park it next to the house. As he's backing down the hill, with me almost directly behind him, I see the lorry speeding up more than it should be. I start to get out of the way, and as that happens, the driver shouts "no brakes." At that point I was mostly out of harm's way, but I put some more distance between me and the lorry to be as safe as possible. My instinct had really kicked in at that point. Now, the driver had a situation on his hands. If he keeps going down the hill, he'll completely wreck at least one car, possibly up to three. So he turned to get the lorry up the hill which is our front yard. The problem was that the lorry ended up halfway on our driveway, halfway in teh hedge, and leaning against a telephone pole.

it was stopped and seemed stable, which was good. The telephone pole was holding it up, and it had gouged out a huge hole in our driveway, which was bad. We called the Police, and they came, along with the Fire Department. It was crazy.
What had happened was that the right front brakes failed in some way, and the brake fluid poured out onto the street, causeing the system to lose pressure and for the pedal to go to the floor. Fortunately the driver was really good and knew exactly waht to do to minimise damage to the lorry, himself, and the property around him.
One to two hours later (my perception of time was kind of shaky, still is), the wrecker got here to pull it out, which fortunately happened with little drama. And the house was still not done. We had to work for another hour or more to get everything out. I'm knackered.