We've given notice on our flat, and I've given notice at work. Yay! We'll be off travelling soon and are dead excited.
After me thinking my boss might be a bit of a git about it he has, of course, been fine. I clearly worry too much. I now have less than a week left and (bar any casual work we may do on our way round Oz) I now won't be working until next February at the earliest (assuming no disasters force us to change our plans) (and assuming we don't find we hate travelling!)