Omg such anality from pil. Come and share your anal behaviour stories (lighthearted)

Unfortunately my own flesh and blood, my parents have a date on their calendar when one of them turns on their PAYG mobile in the kitchen, and rings the other one in the hall to make sure that they don't lose their mobile number.

My FIL has too many obessions/routines to list!

I love this thread, I've just read it all the way through.

I have lovely lovely inlaws who are only a teeny tiny bit mad. In this thread I can see how much more so they could be, they are practically normal by comparrison.

I think they would like to be like the other ILs on this thread, but don't quite have enough bossiness to make it work. So they try to stick to their regular mealtimes and plan their schedules in advance when we are visiting, but have given up trying to get us to eat at 6 or specify our sandwich contents in advance. They do insist on us looking at the takeaway menu at 3pm if we are having curry though. Because they need to place the order in plenty of time.

eggeules my parents have a post-shower tile drying protocol! You also have to dry the edge of the bath, the floor, the towel rail (all with special towel) then arrange all the towels on the towel rail correctly so nobody (god forbid) should use tile drying towel to dry their hands. In case of tile contamination, presumably

My SIL once brought a small cake tin to my house to make her cheesecake in, as a Christmas offering. It was one of those thin non-stick victoria sandwich type tins that cost about a fiver. When she was ready to go home she couldn't find her cake tin - I think MIL had washed up and put it away in one of my cupboards or something.

OMG the fuss that was made of finding this fucking cake tin. My bin was practically emptied out on to the floor, both my fridges given a thorough going over, my cupboards and dishwasher frisked, I'm sure I was given an internal body-search at some point. Thank God she found it in the end otherwise I fear the police may have been called.

MIL has the thing about airing clothes. They go out on the line for 10 minutes a short while and are brought in practically dripping to "air". Why not leave them blowing on the line (in the actual air) until they are dry?

GPND - you have permission to shoot me if I do!

Well - I am relieved on two levels and worried on another.

I am relieved that I am not alone in my suffering

I am relieved that my pelvic floor is still doing it's job well

I am worried that one day I will be the subject of a thread like this

Please, keep them coming!!

Oh dear, and we all get to turn into them.

More than three years ago my FIL came to stay.

He mislaid a sock whilst here.

He continues to ask me if I have found his sock. Three. Years. Ago.

dry january can fuck off

Yup. I know that feeling.

cannot make himself a sandwich, and will stand looking pathetic with a piece of bread until MIL comes to spread some butter on it and miraculously turn it into a sarnie through the medium of ham...

This is my most favourite thinng I have ever read on here

Sparkling - I like pasta.

It's easy to see myself going down this path though, I think I have a gene, given parents / grandparents and their ways.

Also I think being a teacher doesn't help, I am conditioned to work to a timetable and respond to bells.

Notmyidea - My dad does that. He can't switch the engine back on until it has all been noted and mileage calculated, argh!

My dp cancelled a long awaited city break in case they caught novovirus whilst away...

By god the routines!! My mum and dad have the same meals on the same nights of the week EVERY night except Saturday. Saturday is dad's turn to cook something (which is usually lasagne but is allowed to not be lasagne, just that one night).

I can't go stay on a weekday with DD any more because my dad must watch emmerdale before he commences work in the study. As her bedtime is 7pm and she sleeps in the study he had a total meltdown about it (refused to work first and watch emmerdale later) and she had to sleep in with me. Neither of us slept a bloody wink.

They don't pursue hobbies together any more because it becomes hard work eg. They started going swimming but my dad said they had to do x lengths each and was counting my mums as well as his own and accusing her of lying about how many she'd done.

I'm not sure if this is anal behaviour or controlling behaviour now I'm reading it back. She should probably LTB.

My PILs lay out their breakfast dishes the night before - I think it's quite sweet really .

We bought a car that had a note selotaped to the indicators saying which way for left and right !

not my parents or in-laws, but we once bought a second hand car from an elderly gentleman who kept a notebook in the glove compartment in which he'd recorded every time he'd filled up with petrol, how much it had cost, and the mileage, every journey he'd made in it.
Lovely car though!

peanut butter and marmite every time.. and definitely butter to avoid a Gobi desert mouth.

OMG that is so true.