what are they doing? apart from gear in the toilet

( MiseryCunt *Save Chunder's Bumder*, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:21, Reply)

Smashed a wall down, most of it.
They do not understand the concept of “these are my things I have nowhere else to put but have moved out of your working rooms in a fucking north London flat where space is limited so please keep doors closed and windows open to areas you are smashing shit up” therefore leaving doors and windows open for dust to billow everywhere and now everything everywhere including me is coated in dust and I am not very pleased. They are making a new kitchen, which was once a kitchen and a room next to it, into one big kitchen. Absolute chaos, sensory nightmare with the autism, everything feels dry and plastery and horrid. Thanks for coming to this grammatically awful TED Talk.
( Lu - my circus, my monkeys - dance, my pretties -, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:29, Reply)

dust is bad for your lungbags. tell them off

( MiseryCunt *Save Chunder's Bumder*, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:37, Reply)

And my cats too.
I have shouted at the manager, politely on the WhatsApps, and he is not impressed and is sending a manager with the plaster bastards tomorrow
( Lu - my circus, my monkeys - dance, my pretties -, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:39, Reply)

Plaster Bastard runs Bartertown!

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums — I came to prod bums, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:47, Reply)

I have a song that rhymes plastered with bastard.
But it’s about a different thing. But in the same bastard flat. It is very annoying, I have a gorgeous 1890 mansion flat which is crumbling and the people who own it won’t fix it. If I owned it it would be very bloody fixed. It’s stunning when not disintegrating.
( Lu - my circus, my monkeys - dance, my pretties -, Wed 11 Nov 2026, 20:52, Reply)