what is the oddest thing someone has done when you have visited their house?

2 instances, one wedding one!!

The wedding one - the couple invited me and my exP, they made it perfectly clear they only really wanted him there and I didn't get a meal! I think the worst thing about the day was that not one nice thing was said about the bride all dat long!! Her brother spoke during the service and called her gollum!! Then during the father of the bride speech he spent the whole speech saying how well her sister was now doing and how proud he was of her, he barely mentioned the bride or the groom!!

The other one was when the same couple came over to our house, the female of the couple spent the whole 3 hours she was therre complaining that she "had to live in a much smaller house" and how we should swap (they lived in a 2bed house with no DC's and I had my DD and my exP had his DS who he had 50% custody of so we had a 3bed house!) As we "could always get (my DD) to live somewhere else" not a very nice womaan and when we broke up I told my ex he could keep his friends as part of our "divorce"!!!

Genius thread. Shamelessly marking my place

themagic: My older sister did the same to me but with the wrapper from a pad! Made a massive deal out of the awful mess in the bathroom and demanded to kno who did it (when she knew full well who) and then made a huge deal of sending me back in there when she turned on me. I had no clue what this mess was and had to ask as I genuinely hadn't realised! (I was distracted, they were rushing me in the bathroom to wash my face, clean my teeth, etc etc)

Being a little fair on her, it was her wedding day and we were in the bridal suite getting ready after spending the night there but she was calm as anything all morning and was completely calm after that!

I really had to hold my temper after that though as it followed an evening of being told how ugly I was along with what I was wearing by her and the younger sister. Then being relegated the pull out sofa bed that was super thin and creaked constantly in a freezing cold room with the air conditioning rattling away above me as my sister's were too hot in the gigantic larger-than-King-sized bed they were sharing because they sleep better than I do

Yy. My granddad complained about everything. I never wanted to eat out with him. Nothing was right. Oh no - once he had a good meal, wrote to thank the restaraunt then complained when they didn't acknowledge his compliment.

WOW, its taken me ages i mean days to read through that!! But what a good read, mine is as exciting but i do have one to add.

I regularly babysit for a family from my nursery, they are some what eccentric but a very lovely family, i have been greeted at the door by the mother in a top and tights (opaque) i did not know where to look, she then asked me to follow her upstairs (what a view that was) as she wanted to talk to me while she got dressed. Dad was fully dressed in the front room, why didn't he let me in??

Another time i changed the little ones nappy, and went to put the nappy in the bin which happened to be upstairs, as i went up i looked up to find the dad getting dressed just in a pair of Y fronts [bushock] (seriously why- he was not a buff dad)

I often hear them on the toilet why? because they don't ever close the door.

And they also often argue in front of me and bring me in on the argument, talk about awkward!! [bushock]

I hate it when people complain at restaurants. I find it toe-curlingly embarrassing. If there's something really wrong then fine, otherwise I wish people would just get on with it and show their dissatisfaction by not leaving a tip.

Back to thread...

I have 2 I would like to add. One was as a 5 year old I was at a school friend's house and came in from the garden ro use the loo. I was really desperate abd asked his mum where it was, but she made me take my (buckled t-bar) shoes off first. Cue an accident on the door mat. I remember her shouting at my friend for playing woth the hose and getting me wet and to this day I don't know if she genuinely thought that or was trying to spare my blushes. All I know is that any small child asking to use the loo in my house is never made to remove their shoes first!

There was also the batty girl in my halls of residence at uni. She would listen for anyone ealing to the kitchen, follow then down the corridor, ait in the kitchen the whole time you were in there, but not looking at you and not saying anything, then when you left she'd get up abd go back to her room.

She also used to carry a rucksack out with her on fire drills and would always be one of the last out. We eventually found out that she would pack all of her 20 or so teddy bears into the bag each time, just in case it was a real fire...

Oh oh reminds me of one! Went on holiday at about 14 with friend, her little sis, parents and grandparents. It was a 2 bed apartment in a godawful all inclusive in Tenerife. Got there and sleeping was allocated, grandparents in one room, parents and little sis in the other double (she was about 10) and friend and I in the lounge double.

Comes to the first night and they ALL slept naked, including my friend and the grandparents. Spent an uncomfortable night in my prudish pjs, then they all breakfasted naked. From then on whilst in the apartment I was the only one dressed at any time. Longest week of my life [bublush]

marshmallowpies I needed to know about upstairs bxxs .

I also need to know that small guest towels could have been used on a bum.

My Uncle invited us out for a meal with his family. I have never been out for a stranger and more stressful meal. When Harry Met Sally/ Nora Ephron are less fussy. When his steak arrived he was very rude to the waiting staff and returned it because he didn't believe it was the right one. . It went back many, many times. The poor waiting staff were demented; I cannot understand why fussy people eat out.

Didn't realise mentioning the B word was going to derail the thread. Sorrrreeee.

Something else odd happened to me at the same friends house: her brother went to bed v early as he worked early shifts. I was sleeping downstairs & there was a downstairs cloakroom but the light was broken.

I crept upstairs to go to the loo, was just washing my hands when the (locked) door crashed open & friends brother burst in & turned off the light, leaving me in there in the dark, too shocked to speak.

I realised there was one of those mini glass panels above the door and me switching the light on must have woken him up.

Always wonder what my friends mum thought when she discovered the bathroom lock had been broken open! I was leaving early the next morning & never mentioned the incident to my friend...

Oh and sorry to lower the tone but I am guilty (in the very distant past) of being one of those people who has sex when there's someone else in the same room [bublush] [bublush]. In my defence, I was a teenager and I didn't coerce the other person into the room for the express purpose of hearing it. We didn't really care thought he was asleep.

I've also been on the other end as a student - had to hear my friend getting to, ahem, third base while I was furiously whispering to the guy I was with 'I am NOT going to sleep with you!!'
Him: Er, ok, I wasn't actually asking.
Cue embarrassed silence while we lay there trying to pretend we can't hear what we can so obviously hear?

We once accepted an invitation to stay for a week at a friend's parents' house in france. Never again! By the third day my DH (then BF) was being totally ignored by the whole family. On the fourth day the family all went off on holiday to Italy because 'it's so upsetting when you feel driven out of your own home'. To this day we have no idea what he had done, except not speak French so couldn't join in with the conversation! Maybe one of them can come on this thread and enlighten us?!

sorry, just didn't want the thread to get derailed by bins.

Eggsits, no it's still a thread about crazy experiences in other people's houses...

Bathroom bin situation has made me think about things that seem obvious to you.

I have had a very odd visitor situation. New to having ds's friends over - one little boy was invited to tea after nursery. Talked a lot about likes and dislikes and agreed an end time. Opened the door and both parents came in and stayed until the visit ended at 9pm. I mentioned afterwards that I was expecting a drop off but could understand they wanted to see where pfb was. They asked if they could visit as a family again and said could we make it Friday because (1) gp's have their DC overnight every Sat and Sun and (2) we get takeaway and they wanted to join in and make a night of it. DS loves their DC and so we have them over occasionally - I agree a start and end time and enforce it, they are very thick skinned and hints don't work.

I think tea should be straight from school until about 6pmish and parents collect. I don't assume this when arranging stuff with other parents.

'Used nappies etc. go straight in the main bin outside'. I have never heard of people having bins upstairs until this very afternoon. The only place I have noticed them is in public toilets or on holiday.

I can ponder the bin situation a bit longer. I don't need an emergency trip to find one on a Bank Holiday. [bugrin]

We have a lot of weekend guests and I am hoping they haven't been mortified. I can't think of anyone that has just been once.

Oh no - has this become the bin in the bathroom debate [bugrin]

Okay, here is one that I can't decide how bad it is, it just felt a bit unreal at the time and then a few years later it felt like a mild crime on the part of my friend then passed into appalling crime and now 8 years later (she is settled with a partner and 2 children) it has passed into unreal again. Here is what happened...I went to stay with my friend and her long-term boyfriend and we went to a local gig. My friend and I danced right up at the front and my friend made lots of eye contact with the male saxophonist. At the end of the gig amid all the bustle of leaving she slipped back stage and met him. She came back giggling and we found her boyfriend and set off across town to go back to their house. We walked ahead of her boyfriend and she told me that the saxophonist had kissed her and given her his address (about 15 minutes walk from her house) and said that she should come round for the night. I laughed at the craziness of that idea. However...when we got back to her house she rushed her boyfriend up to bed, telling him that we wanted the living room to ourselves to watch a girly film. Cunning. She then asked me to sit up and watch the film before sleeping on the sofa. She said that her boyfriend would probably not get up but if he did then I was to say that she had gone for a walk because I had upset her! She then reapplied her make-up and left! I sat ignoring 'Bridget Jones' diary' and listening out for every movement her boyfriend made. Their house was tiny so I knew that if he came down there would be no way of pretending that she was somewhere in the house. There was a close call when he came down to go to the kitchen however I eventually relaxed enough to fall asleep. When I woke up the next morning I began to worry again but her boyfriend was a very late riser. Time went by and loyalty to my friend kept me there because if he did get up then there would be no one to cover for her! It got to 11 and she still hadn't come home or contacted me. Eventually she phoned me and asked me if I would like to come to her fling's house and then go for a walk with them both 'to get to know him'! I did go along, spent the day with them, went home and then from that evening for the next five months helped her through the break up with her boyfriend, leaving him, her home, her job (she worked with him) and the mess of a relationship with the saxophonist that she had entered into. He was completely unstable, refused to be in a room with more than 2 people (except when performing) and even when he began harassing me with love letters and calls she still stuck with him. He marked the beginning of a phase of craziness in her life and 5 short flings later she got together with one of our friends and happiness has bloomed.

I was staying with my godmother for three weeks or so when I was 17. She took me away for a weekend to stay with one of her friends who had a lovely farmhouse with five bedrooms. The number of bedrooms is pertinent.

He seemed perfectly nice and normal. After dinner, everyone went to bed. Everyone being godmother & her husband in the front bedroom, Patrick (godmother's friend) in his own bedroom, and me in one of the 3 spare bedrooms.

Patrick had said I could take my pick of bedrooms (I saw them all and very nice they were too). He suggested that one in particular was nicer, so I obediently chose that room. My bedroom had three beds in it. A double and two singles. I was directed to one of the singles, hopped into bed, read for a few minutes, and then fell asleep.

I was woken up by loud snoring at approximately 3am. The odd thing was that there were three other people in the bedroom. A couple I had never seen before in the double bed, and a man I had never seen before in the other single.

I mean WTF? Who were these people and where had they come from? And why weren't they in the other spare bedrooms?

I went and bagged myself one of the other rooms. In the morning, the three mysterious occupants waved cheerily on their way out.

I still have no idea who they were.

Eggrules - no bin in the bathroom? What about "lady's things?" I am confused. Have you bought a bin yet?

Need more stories please.

Loving this thread!

MIL once handed me gloves, cleaning products and cloths before DD used the loo. It hadn't been cleaned for a while and she was embarrassed to let DD use it.

This was before FIL went into a nursing home and he wasn't very good at using the loo, so it was pretty bad (actually, it was bloody awful - no surprise no-one wanted to clean it).

MinnieBar Yeah I like to think the host didn't know this but can't be certain. I don't think he disliked us so much as he was stark staring bonkers at the time (I believe he's since gotten help & is in a more stable if still highly eccentric). He did many weird things around that time though that was a highlight! (He visited another friend and tried to make off with her cutlery...from the table whilst she was in the loo. She made him empty his bag at the door. It was not expensive cutlery...)

Not sure about Creepy Friend though - am fairly certain he meant Actual Harm and would certainly cross the road if I saw him again!

I feel suffocated just reading the tale!