Still not really Internetted, but we have severe delays obtaining our phone line (the account in the previous tenant's name is apparently still active, so Zen can't just grab it; agent is on the case) so arkady has paid a swingeing sum for a month's BT wifi. Which injects fucking ads in your HTTP stream. (Here's to HTTPS Everywhere.) I'll see if this works for working from home, which would make half-term somewhat less completely insane.
Moving stuff to the new house is a quart in a pint pot problem. We still have a Mac G4 with 22" Apple Cinema Display (ADC, so useless without this or similar Mac) to give away, or it goes to THE DUMP! Three Ikea GORM wooden shelves at old house for first taker. The older teen has two boxes and two bags of stuff to move, still waiting on the address it's to go to. I suspect a lot of stuff we did move is actually going to get chucked.
Freda likes the new house even if it's a lot smaller. It's also stupendously well-located for all sorts of things Freda does (school, Rainbows, church, friends). She also has a plasma lamp for a bedside lamp and nightlight.
My back hates me so much. Lots of codeine and a bottle of wine helps. Best thing for cleaning is some stuff my (old) landlord actually recommended, from the 99p shop: a mould removing bleach that contains caustic soda. Definitely the most noxious household spray I've ever met.