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

PMSL at the bum towel...

Leftmy your sister sounds mental and your Mum is accustomed to a lifetime of tiptoeing around her it sounds. That is hypocritical in the extreme!

I am stunned some people can be so unreasonable - makes me very grateful I actually have some sane people in my life cos the world seems full of these bonkers types. Makes me feel better about my MIL tho.

I've just remembered another.

When my dd was born my sister didn't come to see her as we live too far away apparently - we live 90 miles away, she has 2 kids who were 2.5 and 4.5 at the time and her husband finishes work at 3pm and is off at weekends. Anywho....

When dd was 3/4 weeks old (and ds was 3) we went down to stay with my mum for a couple of days, my mum lives 10 miles from my sister. I asked her if shed come to see us - no, it was too far (she's in town most days as she lives out in country) and itd upset kids routine and thered be too many people (4 of us, 4 of them + our parents in large house). So, I finally agreed against my better judgement to go visit them. I turned up with dh, ds and dd who was due a feed - nobody in. It had turned nice so they'd decided to go out for the day - I tried calling - no asnwer. No apology as she doesn't see it as being unreasonable at all.

She also organised a family tea party for her ds's 1st birthday - my ds was 3 months at the time and it was arranged for 6pm which didn't suit his routine but never mind it was dnephews birthday. So, off we trot to their house and guess what? Not in, they'd gone to the zoo for the day.

Sorry, I know its not about people coming to my house but its still astounding to me at least. Worst thing is my mum would get very upset if I ever challenged her.

The other way around really,but a very good friend arrived on my doorstep on a pre arranged visit, with her two dds and a pet carrier containing two guinea pigs.Seeing me looking confused,she said that she'd brought them around because I'd apparently told her dds that it would be alright to bring their guinea pigs to play with ours..Why she thought that I would even consider a guinea pig playdate would be a reasonable thing to do I still don't know.

No, GinPalace, his wife said he always took a nap at that time. In fact, he would occasionally lie down on his office floor and have an afternoon nap at work.

Mummy maybe he was convalescing from a serious illness??

Just thought of another one! A few weeks into a new job, my boss invited me to his house for Sunday lunch. We ate the main course and then he disappeared. His wife informed me he'd gone for an afternoon nap. She and I had to stay at the table, making polite conversation (we'd never met until that day), for almost two hours until he returned so we could have dessert.

When I moved to London for a new job, an old college friend offered me the use of her spare room until I found a place of my own. I found a bedsit pretty quickly so was only with her for a week. On the day before I was due to move out, her boyfriend's family were coming over for dinner. I offered to go out so as not to be in the way but she assured me I was welcome to stay. I was therefore somewhat taken aback when, just before they arrived, she brought me my food on a tray and told me I had to stay in my room all evening.

I recently stayed with a friend and discovered that there was no seat on her toilet because it had broken. She'd bought a new one, had tried to fit it but had given up. I offered to fit it for her but discovered a screw was missing. She said she thought she'd heard something go up the hoover and it must be that. She then proceeded to hand me the hoover dust bag so I could sift through it myself in search of the screw. I did find it and managed to fit the seat but regretted offering when I realised she clearly hadn't cleaned the outside of the toilet in living memory. Inside the bowl was clean enough but the outside was greasy to touch and the floor behind the toilet was thick with gunk.

I have 2. I went round to my friends (who has 2 young children) for tea with my 2 dcs. She made an amazing tagine (I don't think that's spelt correctly it a morrocan stew) it had lamb and cashews in it. Her 2 were eating it as was my dd (6 at the time). There another small bowl out but I didn't think anything of it. She asked it my ds hadn't developed a taste for 'foreign food' yet. She looked really confused when I pointed out ds was only 8 weeks and so only had a taste for milk. She then looked a bit miffed and removed the bowl.
We stayed with some friends years ago. We had a nice meal but at 8pm the hosts announced it was 'bedtime' we said goodnight to their ds to be told it was everyone's bedtime. The host made me and dh go to bed in case we woke them up. I was also told to use the loo before bed as she did not allow anyone to use the loo during the night, again in case we disturbed them. We haven't stayed over again. When we visit we use a hotel. :)

Maeb My mother always had several towels in the bathroom - seven the last time I counted. She told me that they were for different parts of her body. One for her face one for her body, one for her legs etc. Just think of all the laundry!¬

I was about 8 or 9 and my parents had a couple of friends and their daughter (my age) over for a meal. I went to the loo and well, I was only little used the last of the toilet paper up. The visiting child went to the loo after me but I thought nothing of it until I went to wash my face before going to bed. The girl had used it to wipe her bum.

Since I got my own place, I have always had two toilet rolls out.

In our pre-dc days dh and I where still in contact with university friends. Since most where still living a student lifestyle while DH and I were doing postgrad degrees/jobs. Still we were happy to crash at theirs as they were in shared houses so we usually slept in the living room with our own bedding.
We aren't in contact with them anymore for a couple of reasons...

Once one of them offered us some sweets and left the bag in the living room. Over the day as other people came in and out some ate them and we though nothing of it. Until on the way home when DH revealed to me that our host was upset about the sweets being eaten and had charged us £1 each for the privalidge of eating them.

Last time we stayed with them they were hosting a NYE party to which we were going to. We asked how we could help and were given a non-committal "whatever" which we Interpreted as "do what you think is necessary". So we prepared some food for the party and tidied the front room. The front room really was squalid so we chucked all the obvious rubbish, kept anything that looked like paperwork and moved stuff from surfaces into the (empty) draws and cupboards.

The party was a success and those staying crashed in the living room as planned which was fine if a bit crowded.
So in the morning, mindful of the fact that our hosts seldom surfaced before noon even when it's not NYD we got up, had cereal bars for breakfast as usual, when to see other people with the plan to meet up with our hosts in town as discussed. When this didn't happen we didn't worry since we could see them tomorrow as we were stayi g another day.
We went to the pub and came back with the plan to pay computer games with our hosts it was about 22.00. Until they said to us "you're going home. Now". We had enough time to get our bedding and make an exit. For all they knew we could have both been over the limit and as it happened we were the only people who were kicked out. Cue a 45 min drive and bemused ILs as we arrived a day early. Not to mention a load of dirty dishes from the party that we has promised to clean up the day after.
Still we thought it might just be a one-off due to the stress of having people over though they thought that bedding, showers and breakfast were luxuries I rang them a month later expecting a chat with maybe a sheepish apology only to be met with the third degree about how I was a terrible person who had been responsible for their electricity being cut off and the terrible state of the living room as well has how dreadful her life had been for the past 6 weeks!
She then put the phone down mid tirade. I rang again only to be cut off immediately.
We weren't in contact after that...

And blimey! Who has sex when there is someone else trying to sleep in the same room [bushock] ?
Haha {bugrin] did laugh at the thought of a parallel thread written by people disparing of the weirdos who don't have sex in front of their dinner hosts!

A friend of mine went round to a new acquaintance for a dinner party. There were a bunch of people she and her DH knew there (about 12 in total) and dinner was lovely. After dinner the host and hostess suggested everyone retire to the bar - they had built a very posh shed at the bottom of their garden complete with comfy sofas and a bar and a music system for entertaining. My friend noticed that the roof was held up by a metal pillar in the centre of the room.

After a while the hostess disappeared, only to return in a basque and stockings and proceed to do a very erotic pole dance for all the guests.

I met the hostess at a party a few months later and she told me that she likes to do it for guests as her DH likes to show off his wife's skills.

This thread is hilarious! I'd read the lot if there weren't 33 pages [bugrin]
There are some right weirdos around!

My DCousin's DW invited us round for dinner then announced she was off to bed. No big deal really, but a why bother inviting us? A bit rude we thought, but then now we know her better - hardly a surprise.

Fairly recently, DH, DD and I were invited round to some friends' house for a pizza tea where everyone's brings something, with them and their DS and a few others. We were first to arrive and I was laden with various bits and pieces of food. I aimed for the kitchen to unburden, but was halted and asked to take my shoes off so as not to damage their wooden floor - in their hallway! Apart from that being extremely rude, I usually take my shoes off at people's doors anyway, and these people are fully aware of that.

Not a patch on the majority of what I've read, but rude nonetheless.

Mrs did he have a bandage on his head or anything!??

I've thought of another one. We went to visit DD1' godmother and her husband who live on a farm in the middle of nowhere. They collected us from the airport and took us to their house. Lovely lunch, DD1 sitting at the table with all of us, DD2 had early lunch and nap in travel cot. Godmother's husband and DH decided to open another bottle of wine, as you do, sitting at the table. DD1 was playing nicely with a puzzle (she was three at the time). I'd just come downstairs from checking on DD2 to see DD1's godmother come in from the kitchen and scream at her husband for "being a fucking useless drunk." She picked up a dining chair and smashed it over his head, breaking the chair and cutting his head really badly.

I picked up DD1 and we hid in the bedroom while WW3 raged beneath us, with DH trying to see to her DH's head, and her screaming and smashing things in the kitchen. DH finally came upstairs and we stayed in the bedroom till the next morning, when we ventured downstairs for breakfast to find DD1's godmother and her husband being all lovey dovey, and cooking us a rather fab breakfast. The incident was never referred to again, but we haven't seen them since (and this was 10 years ago!).

Hahaa oh dear lord these are too funny!

The ecstasy at a wedding story reminds me of reading some of the posts on a well-known bridal forum. In my defence, someone had posted some terrifyingly bad photographs and a friend had asked if I could respond to a "Help, wtf can be done with these? request.

However, and to get to the point, I found the place weirdly fascinating. In particular the number of brides who did reports of their wedding day and proudly announced how incoherent or chemically challenged they'd become. Would you really want your wedding day memories to mainly revolve around passing out shortly after the first dance? Or actually consist of very few memories at all? Only there did seem to be a surprising number of brides who'd stressed for months and months over the colour of the box the favours were in yet treated the actual event like a Saturday night in Bingeville On Sea.

(I suspect this is actually worthy of a whole thread in itself, mind)

This thread is making me feel like I've lived a very sheltered life.

The only thing I can think of was when I was about 14 years old, and round at a mate's house when her sister and mum had a very loud argument about how the mum loved my mate more then her.

Does not compare to some of the stonking stories on here!

sinister 'grouting my face'
ha!

Oh bugger, you can see what I was trying to correct

I was very impressed that his hair grew so quickly as to need doing every week. Amazing.

--traying- trying