AIBU Books - Part 3

[MoominMymbleandMy]

I can't get into the old thread so I think we filled it up! I hope everyone finds the new one.

So nice, shiny new thread, nice shiny new AIBU.

AIBU to be jealous of my DH's correspondence with a stranger?

Pogle, I feel I ought to know yours but I'm not getting anywhere.

Maria, this isn't ringing bells at all now. Doh!

Nice idea, Moomin - Just the thing to teach William a lesson!

Evening all

moved house, attic room, nosy sister, writing on the blackboard..... sounds like a wierd formula to me, bit ghost-like even, Moomin.

Now this dog is driving me crazy he's huge, and he's totally wrecked my garden, it's not fair!

Evening all! Ah, but whose ghost Snow?!

I think I'd definitely appreciate some help with your dog. At the moment I can only think of Lassie, and I am sure she would never wreck anyone's garden.

Thomas Kempe is the only blackboard writer I can think of at the moment.

..but my garden was the prettiest, greeniest, floweriest and gardeniest garden in the whole town, and now it's a complete mess!

Yes! well done again Snow!

I can sympathise with your distress over the damage to the garden but trying to poison the dog is really a bit OTT.

AIBU to drop a hint that two gentlemen fought a duel over my affections?

Clues, please!

...I suppose it was a little naughty of me to let the cat out of the bag. I have been wondering which gentleman to honour with my hand. One is a retired military man and the other was a sea captain...

Snow, by Gum, I have to agree with Moomin on the dog issue!

As for you, Moomin, I'm sure we should know yours but I don't...

Meanwhile, AIBU to think my mom's new boss is a bit weird? He has safety pins fastening his coat because he couldn't be bothered to replace the buttons!

Your sartorially challenged boss is ringinging a very faint bell. More help please!

...They didn't fight a duel after all! They played golf! And no one believes me...

:D at the golf but no idea...

He is rather absent-minded but prone to brainstorms...

Moomin, are you a little princess?!

Hi CJ, no, I'm not little or a princess but I suppose I am a sort of queen of our select social circle!

Still need clues please pretty please!

Meanwhile, my mom's sartorially-challenged boss has invented an inflatable solution to the housing shortage - but it all went up in the air when a calendar was pinned to a wall.

But he did, at short notice, save my mom from the humiliation of providing store-bought cakes for the school fete.

For some reason I had it in my head that we were all American! But I think we're British, which makes her my 'mum' and her boss 'odd'... (off to check)

Hi! So ,llandb, does that mean he had a branestawm rather than a brainstorm?(not sure about the child bit here though...)

And I might be completely on the wrong track here,but did your later life involve marriage to your military man,and an exciting voyage on a table,Moomin?
Sorry to have abandoned my last AIBU,RL got in the way..
Anyway,AIBU to refuse to commit - my first lover said that marriage was against his principles,so I agreed to live with him - then he asked me to marry him,as if it had been some kind of test of my devotion...

Hi Pogle, yes, well done, I am Elizabeth Mapp, Mapp-Flint to be, once I have managed to corner Major Benjy.

I was thinking Professor Branestawm for llandb's too, but I don't remember a child either so I think we're on the wrong track. There's probably a bee-keeping auntie in it!

Pogle, are you a promising writer of mystery fiction? If so, I don't blame you for being miffed at being offered marriage as a bad conduct prize. But watch out for your ex's dodgy cousin.

AIBU to disappear after leaving a message I have been adopted by a rich stranger?

That was quick ,Moomin,(although ,of course, only what I'd expect from you ,or possibly Yep,I am Harriet Vane,and now I'll have to go and think up another!
llandb's does sound Branestawmish,but I couldn't fit Mrs Flittersnoop and a child together..
AIBU to think radio chat show host is a suitable occupation for a werewolf?

Haha, Pogle, very nice of you to say so and not a bit crawling, but you are much too generous, really, because there are loads I've not got.

I wouldn't have said you were BU. Not if you wait until the midnight hour, which is the traditional time for all things spooky.

CJ, come back, I need more help on the shadows in the street and the team Lothario!

...I don't think I am BU. My aunt would never believe the truth and she would probably go mad (or think she had gone mad) if I went home...

Don't tell me I've misremembered my fiction! It was a long time ago.... I thought that the Prof Branestawmes were from the point of view of Mrs Flittersnoop's son and his friend the girl next door, but can find no reference to these while frantically cheating to fill in details....

Sorry, I must have mixed the story line up with something similar, so my apologies and credit to y'all for guessing it anyway!

well,being the Voice of the Night suits me...
(obviously my current addiction to urban fantasy isn't going to help me baffle anyone!)
More clues please!

If anyone can suggest the parallel series I've jumbled Prof B. up with in my head, I'll be most appreciative! There were a couple of kids - one of each flavour - and I think they time-travelled and met Benjamin Franklin (hence my recollection that they were American). They had some kind of inventor mentor (whose time machine it was). It must have been someone other than Prof B because he knew enough to try to fit in with Frankline-era society!

I mean, he had a clue about fashion - someone remarked to the boy, 'oh, you wear your own hair so you won't need a night cap for bed' and the mentor helpfully explained about short hair and wigs. Can't see Prof B noticing

llandb, please don't worry about it - it's a game! I don't think I've encountered your other one but you could post a 'Can you recognise this book?' in the Children's Fiction topic if no one else does.

...I wish I had never decided to play at Sleeping Beauty...

Oooh, off to post in 'can you recognise this book'! (but still hanging head in shame - fancy thinking Prof B would known anything at all about fashion! )