We rented an Airbnb for a week somewhere nice and warm.
The description of the place banged on about how private it is and how she'd never come round and it not overlooked by anything.
The owners manual says 'please put bins out on Saturday'. That's it.
So aibu in thinking she should have fucking well mentioned the pool guys coming on a Monday?
Dh had taken ds off shopping so I was have a lovely relax on my own (for the first time since I got here) and removing some unruly minge hairs on the sun deck. I hear a chuckling and look up and there's one horrified looking pool guy and one horrified yet amused looking pool guy staring at me. 
I'm fucking mortified. I hadn't heard them turn up so have no bloody idea how long they'd been there. I was wearing a sundress but no underwear and I'm hoping to God they didn't see too much.
Now I'm hiding inside on the last day of my bloody holiday hoping they bugger off quickly. 



