I shifted it out of the kitchen months ago, but it's been so wet that I knew that trying to get it across the front grass would tear it up badly. At last it was dry enough to attempt the move. Because it's on its way to the recycling centre, it didn't matter that I just olled it end over end.
In theory, it would have been easier to get my husband to help, but he always makes such a fuss over things like that that if I can manage by myself, it's simpler. So now there is space again the conservatory, I have vacuumed in there and it should just about be warm enough to start having breakfast out there again, which means I don't need to use the lightbox for my SAD any more.