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

Butter and peanut butter is indulgently delish. Peanut butter on its own is dry and claggy. I do buy decent whole nut crunchy though, maybe that smooth shite stuff doesn't need butter.

My mum reads full Ts and Cs for every app or programme she downloads. Some of them run to 40pages or something! She usually doesn't get through them so won't download the app.

These are hilarious.

My dear Mum does so many of these and since my Dad retired they have both got worse.
Tea HAS to be made in a pot which must be prewarmed with water and only one teabag in teapot.
No to oven chips, they have to be real potatoes cut with a crinkle cutter and be a certain size. She spends ages preparing veg, sprouts must be meticulously chopped at one end, outer leaves removed and a cross on the bottom. Apples have to be peeled as the wax may give you indigestion.
Only Dad can operate the TV and DVD player, he nearly died of shock when ds tried to attach his X Box to it on Xmas Day, he also has a small notebook with everything he has recorded on.
There was a sketch a while back on French & Saunders where Jennifer is a harrried housewife fretting over a meal for a dinner party and getting so stressed that it has to be perfect, reminds me of my Mum

But peanut butter is not moist! It will glue your jaws together! It is probably a good deal less moist than jam, but I bet you have butter with jam? (assuming you like butter at all and if you do not then you are just weird.)

Oh no! I make a travel itinerary, but mine is just for fun, natch.

There is nothing wrong with household items having a place - that makes sense. Everyone knows where it fits and where to find it, saving time and hassle. Fine.

But there is no benefit whatsoever to having stupid uptight routines that involve eating the same foods at the same times in a totally regimented way, that saps all the fun and spontaneity out of life. Urrgh.

Oh, my stepmother used to bang on about that one, Fellatio. Drove me batty. Fortunately my father eventually divorced her, which was only right and proper (although I suspect the butter issue may not have actually been cited in the divorce papers).

Butter with peanut butter?! Bread only needs one source of summat moist. I would definitely raise an eyebrow at a multi-butterer

My late Mother (bless her she was lovely) was a bit anal about the house catching fire or being burgled. If she used a chip pan the minute the chips were served it went out on the back step incase it somehow managed to ignite itself while we were having our meal.

Every plug in the house was removed at bedtime - I'm sure she was never really comfortable about having a freezer and needing to leave it plugged in all the time.

At night she used to stuff blutac in the keyhole in the back door. She said this was to stop draughts but I really think it was to stop a burgler with an exact replica of her back door key gaining access. Not sure that the blutac would have worked

That would drive me freaking nuts TeaOneSugar. Like people who insist you don't need butter on bread if you are having peanut butter. WHY NOT? It's not actually butter is it, you morons? It's called peanut butter but it's not actual butter FFS. What is wrong with these people?

my mil is lovely.
she is pretty laid back about a lot of things but is a bit ocd, everything has it's place, the clothes on her porcelain dolls (she collects) are washed and ironed regularly and her house is pristine. she has at least 5 different sets of themed plates and cuttlery for birthdays, christmas, easter...any occasion.

OMG Endo it's starting. The sllippery slope of inflexibility and regime. Why not skip pasta night altogether for a week or so.

I'm getting worried now - Thursday night is "pasta night" at our house. I think I may have to have pasta on a Wednesday next week. Just to break the routine.

My Pil live with their dp. Two generations of nutters. We have to risk tall flights of stairs in the dark and all be sitting down at the table before the light can go on to save electricity.

If you want to use the cooker you have to go down 3 flight of stairs to the basement to turn the gas on and then back again to turn it off.

MIL once asked DH if her wanted butter or cheese on a jacket potato!

We still chuckle about it now, if we have jackets DH will raise an eyebrow and say "butter AND cheese".

iirc we all had to say in advance whether we wanted cheese, or ham, or cheese and ham, so they could be sure they were not wasting the tiniest scrap of unrequested cheese or ham unnecessarily.

Christmas Day dd asked why I was taking my slippers to PIL, I told her otherwise MIL would try to get me to wear her new christmas slippers and I'd rather wear my own.

As we arrived in their kitchen MIL appeared taking the label off her new slippers, Predictable !

We once went to stay with my SIL and BIL's overnight; we went out for lunch and they gave us 'tea'.

We had a plate of sandwiches. There was cheese, or ham, and for the adventurous there was cheese and ham. And one pudding bowl of Pringles. We all had to sit up at the table with much ado for this feast. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for sitting at the table, but that I could have managed do dispose of by standing at the kitchen counter - it was barely worth dirtying a plate for.

That was for four adults and three children.

That was it.

Love this thread

My PILs are fab but I recognise them in so many of these posts. Usually the big trauma when we go to theirs is temperature.
The heating goes on full blast until everyone is maroon, and comatose. Someone will then weakly ask if the heating can be turned down, so it goes off, and every window in the house will be flung open to 'let a bit of air in'. An hour later, teeth chattering, someone will suggest it could possibly be a tad warmer? Cue windows closed, heating goes full blast.

Repeat until end of stay. The concept of say, a constant not too hot/ not too cold temperature is seemingly lost on them.

They also will have at least one barney per visit, usually conducted in the next room through gritted teeth, and usually concerning whether one of them told the other that they needed to buy something THAT THEY NOW HAVEN'T GOT. One such incident resulted in 'pickled egg gate'

They are ace though

My parents have specific mugs. Once I made a cup of tea in the "wrong mug" so I haven't bothered since. They have different specific mugs in the caravan.

My mum keeps a pair of slippers at my house in case her feet are cold when visiting.

She also keeps an apron at my house in case she needs it - she wears one for washing up or eating any meal, even a sandwich. Because I don't own an apron she bought one for my kitchen.

I actually like my PILs but MY GOD they are so different to my parents. FIL in particular is a total control freak. he knows where every plate, spoon, knife goes, etc. woe betide you if it goes back in the wrong place. He nearly exploded from worry on new year's day because the 'spigot' from the pressure cooker went missing for, oooh, 5 minutes. Def con one. I count the hours until we leave - they live miles away so have to stay at least two nights

Marking my place to come back and read more later, after the children's bedtime. I am chuckling away at these

Nope :)
Mils are particularly lovely flannelette flowery ones that come in their own little pouch.
I love them really, but, good grief, some of things they do drive me insane.
Monday is cook pot day. It's the LAW. Whatever bits of whatever is left in the fridge gets out into the cook pot and they hope for the best :)
Meat is cooked till its like leather, unless its chicken and then it's still pink inside :(
I dread it when she makes cakes. You could wedge a door open with them...they are so dense and heavy! I try to eat them, I really do...