Moved into a new place over the weekend. Obviously not at all unpacked - just concentrating on being able to get to work on time and keeping everyone fed and clothed - I'll deal with it when I get to it! (it was a last minute move so couldn't get any time off work)
Anyway, I invited a friend over for a cuppa to see the new place, which she accepted yesterday. She texted at lunchtime today, which went like this:
DF 'I'm picking up [friend] at the station on the way over to yours, is that okay?'
Me 'We're not really set up for guests just yet, maybe you can pop over another day?'
DF 'No I'm going on holiday on Wednesday it has to be today, I was so excited to see it!'
Me 'Honestly it's such a mess, I'd be so embarrassed to have people over'
DF 'you know [friend] won't mind, she knows you've just moved, I'll be so upset if I don't get to see it'
Me 'to be honest I was going to text anyway, we're a bit snowed under and I desperately need to do a food shop'
DF 'I'm going anyway, I'll bring it over, what do you need?'.
So in the end I reluctantly agreed. The friend in question is a close friend of hers, but I've only met her twice at mutual friends' place.
Spent the rest of the afternoon shoving things into cupboards so the place is slightly more reasonable. She was supposed to be here at 7pm, so she's already 20 minutes late.
AIBU to phone her and tell her to sod off? Desperate to chuck some dinner on and get into my trackies, but instead I'm sat here like a pillock waiting!