Builder's dust

Ok, so I'm slowly regaining my life as we know it. Not sure what that's worth but it's mine so what the hell. Having spent a month supervising the small 're-fit' project of my daughter's flat, we ended up removing everything bar the walls. I'm sure these would have gone to if it hadn't been for the three flats above. I've now got two tennis elbows and a stoop like you see with those very old ladies born before WW1. Not only can I not bend at the waist (if I still had one)but I can no longer bend at the elbow and to make matters worse, I tripped over my knickers getting to a well earned bath and now cannot move my big left toe either! Thursday two weeks ago was probably the low point I think. Dismissed the Polish builders finally. They made the last day so memorable as they smashed through a plate glass table, spilt gloss paint on the black carpet and I think the last straw was the fight that ensued on the street outside as they tried to apprehend a group of thieves stealing their wood saw. The day was topped oof by partner Paul who arrived at said daughter's flat very well oiled form a business lunch. Having 'tripped' (his words not mine)on the stairs to the flat he managed to fall asleep with his face in the cat(to which he is very allergic). There went my dinner out! I changed back to work clothes and continued scrubbing.