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

Read the whole thread from start to finish, was having a shit week and now feel soooo much better.

I have one from a few years back, when myself and my BFF were living in a pokey little flat (ie: a shithole). She was going out with some of her college friends and her brother who was staying the night with us, I had to go to work next day so I went to bed early.

The flat was oddly set up, there was a door in the middle of the wall connecting her room to mine, and the bathroom was in her room. There was a tiny hall beside my room and a sitting room/kitchen. So around 3am the brother wakes up, starts looking for the bathroom by feeling along the wall, accidentally opens the door between the bedrooms and tumbles arse over tit into my room, scaring the bejeezus out of me. He tells me in a long drunken slur "It's okay, go back to sleep..." and he goes back to the other room.

A few hours later, I get up for work and I find my friend asleep in the hall, curled up in the foetal position and using my coat as a blanket. I wake her up and tell her to go to my bed (the whole flat is freezing at the best of times, the hall was Baltic) and then I go to the kitchen and find five men asleep in various places in the sitting room.

One of them woke up and started talking to me while I was getting ready for work, and told me about how my cat had been perched on the sofa staring at him all night. Said cat has only one eye, no teeth and her tongue flops out sometimes, he said every time he woke up she'd moved closer until she was perched on his chest just staring him down. At that point I walked in and she went to me for food, and he realized he hadn't been dreaming.

Oh, and not quite related but in the same flat when we had friends over our other cat, who had a nervous bowel, went into the litter tray and had the loudest, smelliest dump right behind the sofa as our friends listened in horror.

Also don't know if this counts but a different Exbf had constructed a pool for alligators in his living room he wanted to get pet ones to roam free in his flat

The first time I went to an ex boyfriends house his uncle whipped his prince Albert to show me I was only 16 and absolutely mortified

Went to stay with (wealthy) friends. They have a large house and had built a one bed apartment over a kitchen extension for an au pair. We arrived to stay with 2 children in tow. They have two children the same ages (then 2 and 4). We arrived to find the au pair moving all her stuff (everything) out of the flat as we were to stay there, and not in one or two of their 3 guest rooms IN CASE WE WERE noisy.

We had travelled a long way (4 hour drive, plane, 3 hour drive) and wanted a shower / bath children before bed. There were no towels. I went to ask for some and the lady of the house shouted down, not knowing I was there, "Tell her to bring her own".

When we first arrived the wife (my friend is the husband) was not there to say hello but was, "With her horse". She saw us arrive and couldn't manage a hello. We were then told that we were going out for supper to the pub. Fine, but we were a bit broke and had bought them expensive wine etc in anticipation of some pasta at home. The "pub" cost us £200 for the evening.

This is my son's godfather - something I often regret. We have since tried to see them on loads of occasions (and we live the opposite ends of the country so it would be once a year, at most) and they always have an excuse, even when the date is booked months ahead.

Oh I remembered one. Just got together with my then-boyfriend (sixth form), we went to a house party with his close friends and all stayed over. My first time at this house. Woke up in the night desperate for a wee, it must have been around 2am or later. Everyone else was asleep. Get to what I remember being the bathroom door, but it's locked. I knock very quietly, no answer. No noise inside (pressed ear to the door!). Walk around the rest of the (small) house looking for a loo.... No, there is only one bathroom, and I'm sure it's that door. So I go up and try the door again, thinking it must be stuck or something, plus very quiet knock. Eventually (we're talking half an hour, an age when you're bursting for a piss) a middle aged fat bloke comes out dripping wet in just a towel, no eye contact, doesn't say a word, straight into (presumably) his bedroom! So (presumably) boyfriend's mate's Dad thought 2am the best time to have a long bath in the only bathroom, when his teenage son and ten or so mates are also in the house, likely to need a piss after all that booze! Never saw the Dad again, nor found out if perhaps there was another loo in this tiny cottage (unlikely).

Just read all of this thread, I love it, needs to go on forever! Sadly can't think of too many of my own.

A couple of weird meal choices when I was a vegetarian child at separate friends' houses: a) pepperoni pizza (told to take the meat off AFTER I'd taken my first bite! Why not remove meat before cooking or find a plain one?) and b) a Pot Noodle while the rest of the family had a proper meal ("even the chicken one is veggie" gee thanks!).

I too have an odd SIL. I live in Scotland, they live in London. A few years ago we flew down to visit. Arrived at Gatwick quite late, got train then tube then wandered around slightly lost before finding their house. By this time it was about 10pm and we were starving. BIL was away on a work trip and would be back early in the morning. SIL greeted us happily, and asked what we wanted to drink. I said something along the lines of 'oooh, what have you got?', envisaging wine or gin and tonic or something. She said 'well, not much because I took baby DNephew to the supermarket, did a massive shop and then arranged for it to be delivered tomorrow'. It turned out she had no drink in, so we asked for cups of tea...only she didn't have any milk. We had tepid London tap water. We were too polite to mention the fact that we were starving, so just sat chatting politely while SIL had a massive rant about her DH (DH's brother!) working such long hours and leaving her alone with the baby. I was never quite clear on why she had gone to the shop and come back without even sticking a pint of milk in her bag/under the pram.

Next morning there was food, thank God, and BIL was back (also thank God). It had been arranged in advance that BIL, FIL, DH, SIL's dad and brothers were going to go to the rugby while SIL and I had a 'girly lunch' while looking after DNephew. Fine. Only halfway through breakfast SIL pipes up 'Dad isn't going to the rugby so I am going to go instead because it's my brother's 21st and I think it's terrible that Dad is abandoning him. Mum will look after DNephew. Too will be fine shopping on her own.' I was spitting. DH and I went upstairs and I ranted a bit about inviting guests and then leaving them out of plans. DH offered to ditch the rugby, but I rang a uni friend who luckily was in and went to meet her instead. She was the only person I knew in London so if she'd been busy I would have spent the whole day on my tod.

Had party that night for the brother's 21st, and I got a bit pissed. Went up to bed and knocked over a sellotape dispenser, then stood on it while trying to find it in the dark. This made quite a racket and I got hissed at in case I woke the baby. We went off home in the morning and next time we saw SIL she said 'oh yes, it was lovely having you to stay but Too left a 5 pence piece and a kirby grip on the floor in the bedroom/DNephew's play room'. I burst out laughing thinking she was joking but she was serious - DNephew could have eaten them and choked to death, didn't I know? Leaving aside the issue of why a baby needs a bedroom and a playroom, in a 3 bed house!

Love love love this thread haha

Not a happy-odd, more a sad-odd.

A group of my friends were at my best friend's house for a new year party. At some point she and her boyfriend disappeared upstairs, and there followed a strange bumping noise.

We wondered what to do, then went up to investigate. Her boyfriend had started an argument and was slapping her about.

When put on the spot, he said "she deserved it"

Unfortunately, she didn't split up with him, went on to have a child with him and move away to live and get married to him.

Happily, she then did finally have enough before anything too dire happened and she has since divorced and met someone new (and lovely).

I'd be v grateful if someone cleaned my windows!

DH's aunt, uncle and cousin from the USA stayed in our flat when I was abroad; they cleaned my windows. I felt violated! Was I a dirty mare? Did they do it as a returned favour (free Spanish accommodation)? Did they want to throw up when they looked at the view? I still get piss angry about it and DH has no idea why!

The worst I've ever had was when visiting a friend and whilst just chit chatting generally in friends bedroom her mum appears completely topless not even a bra and promptly asks me to massage her shoulders for her. I didn't know were to look whilst friend sat there laughing

Going to try to resurrect this amazing thread!
When I was 16 I had a boyfriend whom I spent a lot of time with. His parents were much more relaxed than mine (with hindsight I can see why) so I tended to.go to his rather than see him at home. He had a double bed in his room that his parents allowed us to share, from when I was 15! I often used to sleep over, then hang around their house while he went to work the next day, then see him again when he finished. Anyway we had been together about 6 months when I decided I would like to.cook for him. His Mum said she would be on hand to help, and went out to the garden to sunbathe. I'd never cooked before so after a while I found myself getting a bit flustered. At that moment his Mum came in, wearing JUST her knickers and nothing else, and taught me how to test pasta by chucking it against a wall to see if it stuck. I was mortified. A few weeks later I was treated to the sight of her in the same state in photo form when being shown holiday snaps...

These are all brilliant, but why on earth would people behave in such a way? I would love to ask them!
I think that when things like that happen you are generally just too shocked to say anything.

ExH had some friends he knew through his ex, they were a very young couple who had married and had children whereas we were just dating at that point, but they were a few years younger. We'd had them over for dinner and done the whole three courses with drinks etc- nothing fancy but nice.

When we were invited back, we said we'd bring the drink. We then got a text asking to pick up a salad as they'd forgotten it. Then a phone call asking to also get dessert...oh and also some garlic bread!

We got there and proceeded to sit with food on our laps next to a perfectly good (and empty!) dining table and chairs. There wasn't enough sofa room so they had to sit on the floor.

More than weird.

Not as as some here, a bit more .

When DH and I were first together we were invited to his sister's 'for a drink' at 7.30ish on Christmas Eve. As they had 3 under 3 I assumed they would have eaten, kids would be in bed or ready for bed.

We got there to find the table laid for dinner. She served us all a three course Christmas dinner and pud. I had already eaten dinner and could hardly eat much.

The kids were then bed to bed about 9. Then we found out they were having another Christmas dinner the next day. She bought various pots and pans into the living room, balanced a chopping board on her lap and proceeded to peel and chop the veg for tomorrow's dinner while we sat and nursed our drinks. Her husband sat and wrapped the kids presents. Every time we suggested we go, they insisted we stay. But they didn't talk to us, the TV was off, etc. There really seemed no point to us being there.

It was quite odd.

A few years ago DH's Brother had a birthday party. He invited the whole family down for it. BIL and SIL live about 300 miles from us and about 200 miles in the other direction from DH's Sister.

We all went down for the party, we were all offered beds at BIL and SIL's house. PIL stayed at a hotel, DH and I along with DH's Sister and DNiece stayed at BIL's house. We had been driving for about 4 hours when we got there. Get to their house and SIL is no where to be seen, BIL doesn't offer us drinks or anything. SIL finally surfaces, half naked (getting ready for the party) doesn't say hello to anyone, just grabs her hairbrush from the table and disappears again!

DH and I didn't have a bed, but we said thats fine we'll have the sofa.

SIL had supposedly sorted out a baby sitter for her DD (baby DD was at her Sisters, why other Niece couldn't go there I don't know). But said babysitter never materialised. We then had to wait for her to sort out another babysitter, she eventually found one and then made BIL drive her across town to the babysitter because she wanted to get on the vino! It was his Birthday.

BIL finally gets back and asks SIL what time taxi's are booked for. There are now around 10 people congregated at their house because she'd booked taxis. Only she hadn't. She though that we would just be able to phone up and get 3 taxis immediately at 7pm on a Saturday night in Plymouth! 3 of us ended up driving and paying about £12 to park over night in town! (No offer of a lift in the morning either).

No one had really eaten as SIL had told everyone about the caterer she had booked for the party. We were told to expect a gourmet buffet. 6 bowls of nachos for about 50 people. Oh and I think there may have been some peanuts.

Party was shocking, SIL got hammered on champagne and ended up sobbing in the toilets. DH, other SIL, DNiece and I all made for a quick exit back to the house when we could. BIL obviously embarrassed, told us to go back and help ourselves to food and drink. Only there wasn't even enough milk to make more than 2 cuppas and nothing to eat!

We all decided to call it a night and went to bed. DH and I were left with one pillow and a blanket which I could have sworn was on the dogs bed before we left for the party, to share. DH 'kindly' gave me the smelly blanket and pillow and slept with his coat over him.

The next morning the baby sitter drops their older DD off and the baby gets brought back from SIL's Sister. I end up walking them both to the local shop, buying supplies to make breakfast with. BIL and SIL didn't wake up until 1pm, didn't say so much as a thanks for coming, or looking after the kids this morning, or buying in food. Just said - we've got friends over in about a couple of hours, any chance you can tidy up a bit on your way out. Made herself a coffee and went back to bed!

BIL did apologise but seriously!! He still hasn't grown a spine bless him.

I wont even start on the games she played at our wedding! 300 miles just isn't far enough sometimes!

And apologies for clearly hitting 'post' too early . In my defence, I'm on a mobile, using one hand...

I'm someone else who has been reading this during night feeds, and has been thoroughly entertained. Gutted I've reached the end! More gems, please!

I'm someone else who has been reading this during

Liking your paced out bumping of the thread, there, MNHubbie If we all keep it up someone may come back with more gems!

Me too

The other girl, who we'll call Louise (as that was her name) this bit really tickled me!

Oh, and the other one was when I was also a student, and a school friend came to visit for the weekend, from another Uni, about an hour away. She travelled with a girl from her halls of residence, and they arrived at my flat together. The other girl, who we'll call Louise (as that was her name) said she was a bit early to be at her friend's, and was it ok if she hung out with us for an hour or two. Of course, this wasn't a problem, and we had a cuppa and a blether.

After a couple of hours, off she went to her friend's flat about 5 minutes away. About 20 minutes later, she re-appeared at my flat again - her friend wasn't back. OK, not worries. A bit strange, but maybe the friend had gotten caught up. Again, in the pre-mobile days.... About half an hour later, off she went again, only for the same thing to happen again.

We were going out, so of course, invited her to join us. En route she tried her friend's place again, and got a flat mate... who said this friend was away home for the weekend! Phone calls were made, and it transpired that at no point had any arrangement been made for her to visit, and that Louise had just decided to come and stay for a weekend!

I felt we couldn't abandon her, and so felt obliged to ask her to stay at our flat. I had offered her some dinner - just some pasta or something - but she refused all food. We went out, and she only drank water all evening; it didn't seem that she had brought any money. I felt a bit sorry for her (I'm a soft touch) as she had put herself in a difficult situation. We went back to my flat after an evening in the pub, and made her up a bed on the sofa.

One of my flatmates then found her scoffing huge amounts of food about 5am - toast, crisps, ice lollies, cereal, and biscuits. She hid all of the wrappers, so that we wouldn't know she'd been eating, or something! She left about 11am the next morning, and then after all that, never actually spoke to my friend who she was in Halls with again. Like totally blanked her.... All very weird.