USER123456 - AIBU
12 strange women are sitting in my garden. They’re drinking at 11am and impertinently approaching our family pets.
They don’t look terribly respectable, all giggly and covered in cat hair. They call each other peculiar code names. One of them is dripping blood after trying for a selfie with next door’s fat tomcat.
I’ve asked them to leave. They won’t. They’re insisting they’ve come by invitation from DH on some dodgy chat site and they feel like ‘we know and love him’. One of them says she’s a model!!! That’s the only bit I do believe, which as you can imagine doesn’t improve matters.
Worse, they’re here to discuss something to do with rubbish?! You couldn’t make it up.
DH left the house at dawn and isn’t answering his phone.
AIBU?
YANBU = Throw the neighbour’s Bengal on this monstrous regiment.
YABU = You have been honoured with the very creme de la creme of ladylike society. Glass of wine?