It's even more changed today. The kitchen is down to a sink, a scrap of countertop held up by a few planks of wood (literally; not parts of cabinets), and some piping. The gas and water guy was here today, a cheerful young man with a native accent from somewhere in SE England that was nearly incomprehensible to me. Whatever he did, without even telling him it was a problem, it fixed the pressure in the boiler and our ability to have hot water in the kitchen sink without the water on at full blast.
Temporarily, the kitchen is beautifully spacious with so little in it.