Some f**king old bag

[Mummasmurf]

Is it me?

We moved towns in July and started going to the local church. I joined the choir in November (half of which can't sing). A few weeks ago one of the old bags shouted loudly that she wished my DD would stop running round. I glared at her. The "running round" was that she went to the back of the church and came back to tell the choir master it sounded "beautiful".

Tonight we were at a Christingle service (a kids service basically) and she loudly had a go again cos the DD stood up to have a look at the goings on.

I'm really pissed off at her and now I don't know whether I should bother going back. The other women said she was out of order and don't let it get to me. It's just that when it's your kids someone's having a go at it's worse than if she was having a go at me.

You have rocking chair Rissoles?

I know you shouldn't bring other threads in, but-

Entitled, much, OP?

We actually have wine flavoured wethers.

But only old bags get some.

They are the true Wethers Original.

I'd love a rocking chair. It would be so great after a hard day being a curmudgeon

Not a rocking chair as such Salmotrutta more of a chair with a wonky leg.

I suspect the OP isn't upset by someone "having a go" at her daughter. She's smarting because her parenting has been criticised and she obviously feels that there was nothing unacceptable about her child's behaviour. The other lady felt differently.

I am an old hag and I have spiders in my hair.

At what age does one get to be an 'old bag'? I would love a rocking chair.

I have breath that smells of Parma Violets and I put my little finger into babies mouths.

Wine flavoured Werthers! What is the world coming to?

I smell of boiled cabbage and honeysuckle talc.

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How could you do such a dreadful thing Jodie!

"I guess i'm not in the clique"

Aaaaaaah. I seeeeeee.

You might like to consider how hypocritical it is to hold such gobsmackingly unchristian and downright nasty views and still be going to church OP. People like you were one of the reasons I stopped going to church. People who claimed to be Christian, but were just really quite unpleasant. Give me the generally pleasant heathen masses any day.

Wine flavored Werthers are like Fruit Pastille ice lollies.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

I could bring a thermos flask of tea...

Darn! Babies' mouths I meant. This is what happens when you get old, you lose your grip on apostrophe shenanigans.

Not a rocking chair as such Salmotrutta more of a chair with a wonky leg.

Ahh typical AIBU!

AIBU?

YABU.

Ahh cry winge you all hate me you bunch of vipers.

A church is for sinners. We are all sinners in one way or another.

We hopefully become less sinful. We never become perfect.

I have a rocking chair. It lives in our bedroom and is a nice place to hang jeans and jumpers.

I would sit in it if we had room for it downstairs.

But we don't.

Speak for yourself Golddigger...

Don't hog all that honeysuckle talc! I'm on my last shake of Yardley Mothball and Lavender and I'll need the rush.

So it's a chair-drone then Tee?