Ode to moving house

I moved down the road, on a fine sunny day,
Loaded with my life possessions, I got lost on the way.
Finally with glee I found my new abode,
It was quite a releif to lighten the load.
But inside was grimey, never cleaned in a year,
The power was off and cholera was near.
It was too much to bear so we called in Medina,
She cleaned high and low, you should have seen her.
Then there was power, what a fine place to reside,
When the water deserted us we may well have cried.
But the water came back with quite a blast,
Oh happy days we are home at last.