When I say our house is all broken,
You can see withou-t-rubble
That I am not jokin’;
Each hour of the day
Building-types find a way,
All the hor-rubble piles to redouble –
And this is the truth I have spoken!
(OK, this is Really Awful, but the electricity is due to go off in a few minutes, so there is no time for refinement! This is the current view of the main entrance to our new domicile, which we have to pass daily as we wander round the uninhabitable house to get to the cottage we are all squeezed into. Note the cracked wall at the foot of the steps.)