Brilliant! - I really think we need a pets' corner - there seem to be plenty of candidates!
The circumstances under which I found out what had happened were thus: One-word-poem lady fetched up on my doorstep (for the first time since we moved in July 2016) and wanted to use our toilet (yes, really). Now, being a kindly soul, I asked her in and after she had peed I offered to top her up with a cup of tea. In the course of our conversation I said that I missed the poetry group (which had been ended ostensibly because folk did not have enough time) and suggested maybe we could meet up once a year. At this point she calmly said "Oh well A, B and me do meet up still, but it is more critical and analytical. C (the other reject) was a bit upset about that." Please imagine innocent voice as if to say she could not imagine why. I said nothing, being gobsmacked; but I did leave the room and played with my GC (who were here in my care) - and left my poor OH to converse with her. She jabbered on for another 20 minutes or so, and finally said she should go. I showed her out politely but somewhat frostily.
I wish I had let her wet her pants.