Rock bottom

Works on our kitchen continue. The social landlord that owns the flat is replacing kitchens and bathrooms on the estate, and whilst the work goes on we're being provided with some basic facilities (the washbasin on the stand is a work of crooked genius). Every night I religiously clean the kitchen and the corridor for a couple of hours to get rid of the plaster and brick dust, the wood chippings and the boot prints. In the morning, the boots come back and trample all over the flat again. It's cold. They leave the door open to the balcony. It's been snowing outside. I'm not a happy bunny.