Conclusion.

Forty-five days after their first appearance, and three weeks since we last saw them, the kitchen crew came to finish off all the fiddly bits. They replaced all the broken parts, filled in all the gaps and generally tidied up. We didn't tell The Boss about the cock-up his lad made inside one of the awkward cupboards, didn't want to embarrass him, although were he not being closely supervised I might have pointed out the error off his ways and asked him to put them right; as it is, I'll fix it myself over the next couple of days.

As an aside, there are a few rather interesting features to point out:
We have noticed a tendency for wrapped bread to go mouldy very quickly; it turned out that the drawer in which we kept the bread bin is kept at a constant temperature of 32°C due to its proximity to the hot water pipes; that sounds just about right for incubating yoghurt, there's a batch in there now to test the theory and the bread is on the opposite side of the room.
The little stool thingy designed for little boys to use at the toilet is, in fact, to enable Mrs TD to reach the wall cupboards; she is a little deficient in the leg department.

Our next task is to shampoo the rug; while there are some signs of construction work to wash off it the main requirement is to remove the rather distinctive aroma of dog.

Now, all we need to do is to select wallpaper, paints and a few tiles (I sense the coming of WWIII) and call in the decorator. A friend told me the other day that, before any couple get married, they should decorate a house together.