Youre only supposed to add the bloody plasterboard

Yeah, it may be a bit of a pointless one, but I decided to document the screwup laid upon us by some numpty in an insurance claims call centre in a novel way. I may use a small number of the shots in the traditional manner if it's called upon, but this should be a more telling way. The only problem is the dust doesn't seem to have shown up as strongly as it does to the #%!@ eye.
(EDIT: Interesting - this must show the level of #%!@ abuse the site must be under. "n-a-k-e-d" is filtered! EDIT 2: so is "p-o-r-n", it would seem. So, a classic test - what does it make of "S#%!@horpe"? EDIT 3: LOL. Bad news, anyone living in a certain midsize town the northeast of england - your synths aren't going to tag properly. The biggest software firm in the world still appears to be using low-intelligence bad-language filters from about 1997)

Backstory: I put my foot on some unsupported insulation while putting an extra layer of the stuff in the loft, and the brief gentle pressure even of that caused some of the underlying (1930s) lath & plaster ceiling to crack - and over a period of months give way and fall down. The only option apparently was to patch up the entire ceiling with a layer of plasterboard, and then some new plaster. A fairly neat and clean process bar the odd drip, which pleased mumsy as she's developed rather nasty asthma in recent years --- as noted to the guy taking details over the phone. In fact she made adamantly sure of what was to happen, and that it made minimal dust so she didn't have to clear out for a week.
Then the guys came in and ripped the whole original ceiling down, and created a Nausicaa-style choking miasma of plaster dust (which is bloody pernicious stuff, particularly when wetted... e.g. by the mucuous membranes of the lung; we're just lucky it was asbestos-free) through the air, and all over the entire house, including the room's fitted wardrobe which had several delicate and precious items - and a lot of clothes, documents and random electronics - inside them. The builders took a lot of flak that day, but it turned out to not be their fault - their work orders listed exactly what they'd done. The chap on the phone must typed it all into his PC, then deleted it/not saved it by accident, and either been too dippy to notice, or too lacking in backbone to admit the mistake and call back to re-confirm the details, just letting it default to a standard full-refurbishment plan.

Does no-one pay attention or take pride in offering a good service any more, beyond lip-service?
To give them their due, though it eventually took twice as long as the original 2-day estimate, the builders did what they could to try and clean things up (in the room itself anyway), and seem to have done a good job of the actual plasterboard & plaster-layer. Now to see what the decorators (and presumably electrician given the state of that light fitting) do, and how it all holds. It's supposed to be having white anaglypta wallpaper with blue patches, and white paint on the ceiling/boards, and a new power point put in on the other side of the door. I wonder what colour/where it will actually be?

The huge number of pics in this were because I recognised it wasn't particularly brilliant lighting conditions, and my camera doesn't have a particularly large CCD (but at least it has OIS or this would have been impossible), so I wanted to make sure it would stitch properly. Also I used continual shot mode because, let's face it, taking all those multiple angles is bloody boring and .... oh hey, it's deleted the rest of the text silently & automatically. Nice. 20Gb of storage, but only ~4kb of text per synth?!