well I've just gone and looked but alas, I've no photos to share of our old place. But by comparison the one in the OP was luxurious.
Size: I'm 5'3" and I could cross it in 2 steps in all directions. For example, to go to the toilet, which was just through the only door.
Walls: that woodchip wallpaper, peeling under the weight of so many layers of paint, most recently a hideous gloss the colour of yoghurt or cream that's been left so long it's yellowed.
A single fluro strip above, 30yo cracked beige lino below.
A bar fridge, a little shitty cooker, a single sink. Plumbing and a gap for the washing machine, but a metal space in the gap that prevented the machine actually being shoved in there. Thus, washing machine sitting against the wall blocking off one under-sink cupboard and drainboard area.
A massive, 20yr old gas hot water heater in the other corner, which prevented the built-ins from, you know, going into the corner. Thus, worktop on one side, big corner-sized gap, cooker on the other side, cooker corner and worktop corner touching so you can't put anything in there except the bin (lifted in and out) but my wordy could that space collect dust, onion skin, spoons, dust, carrot tops, etc. And did I mention the dust?
And one time, when we went away so the landlord could renovate the bathroom (he put in that plastic flooring you get in buses, that went 6 inches up the walls - in sparkly salmon pink, to go with the green tile and the black sink surround), the landlord decided to 'upgrade' the kitchen as well. So we came home to find he'd attached a 1m square piece of brushed steel to the wall over the worktop. Pencil marks still in place; screws all round the edge of it clearly visible; one long hangnail where someone had started to cut the edge of the steel then realised it was going to be crooked and started again.
9 years.