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

Sauvignon - do we share pils?
Also MIL will be up and down all meal rewarding the gravy because it has gone cold.
That everything else was stone cold because she took so long faffing around seems to escape her

Haha Tee my DM has a trusty Ewbank carpet sweeper and a dustbuster.

My mother lives with the dustbuster in her hand.

Last time we were at her house, pre-children so years ago, we had more or less just arrived from the UK (she lives in Florida) and my husband had gone to lie down and she starts hoovering. A bare floor that was so clean you could eat off it. I actually had to say 'Mom, husband is trying to sleep!'

And she still didn't stop until the small amount of dust she had spied was gone.

My dad always has to put his sat mac on even for journeys that he knows like the back of his hand. He faffs and faffs on getting the wires in just the right place, polishing the screen and programming it in. I once suggested that he possibly didn't need to bother putting it on to drive back to his house from mine ( we've been living in the same place for 7 years and P's visit regulally) as the kids were getting antsy but he insists that he needs it on so he knows what the traffic is like... Not that it would make any difference to the route as he wouldn't take an alternative route even if it was predicting 5hr delays.

Not my relations but a friends parents regulally do an inventory of the kitchen cuboards and have a list taped to the inside of the door with what they have and their use by dates. Food must be eaten according to date order and they get very upset if a tin of soup that goes off in May is eaten before a tin that goes off in March even if we were talking about 2020. Nowt queer as folk!

They go to Morrisons at 8am, even though they are retired. Dad has to take the cool bags for the frozen stuff even though the trip home is a mile. In the car.

FIL has drawn a line on their kettle so the exact amount of water is boiled for their favourite mugs ("I'll have to pour this into my mug, this one makes me wee"). They boil the kettle separately for their two drinks even if 4 hot drinks need making, simply to enjoy the satisfaction of being spot on and be able to say "Yessssss, got it right"

DM turns everything off at the socket, and then complains that her Sky+ failed to record again when she was out/in bed. She seems to think her presence powers electrical items, not what comes through the sockets.

Pil's are exactly the same with brands and usual shops.

They shop in Asda and farmfoods, thats it. Now I know lots of people have a preferred supermarket but they literally don't set foot anywhere else ever. Not even for a pint if milk. Regardless of the fact that there is a tesco, Iceland, sainsburys, aldi, morrisons, lidl, 3 co-ops, and a spar all within a 3 mile radius.

I happened to mention that I liked the new morrisons (it's one of the fancy new ones with the mist things over the veg!)

They declared it "far too dear" as they'd been for a look round when it first opened and the Clover was £2 a tub

I have no idea what airing is . Is this exposing washed and dried clothes to warm air for the purpose of what? How dry can laundry get? Oh oh, is MINE dry enough? Is there a special device that I can use to check?

If washing isn't totally dry, it goes in the dryer for 5 mins. Slatternly fluff and folds means washing is dry. Isn't it?

Oh Sauvignon it is foul. Dry. And cold. Because the gravy is fucking useless.

This thread is so funny.

My ex MIL used to produce these elasticated sleeve things that she'd made for us to put on our lower arms when we washed up ' to keep our arms clean' .

Watching my parents dish up a meal gives me the screaming ab dabs . Each plate is named after us by Dad, then Mum will repeat the names and always gets them in the wrong order. Cue much huffing from Dad who goes over the names in the 'correct' order.

Dad (pointing at each plate). me, you, Doin , Doin daughter , Doin partner.

Mum: you, me, Doin partner, Doin, Doin daughter.

Then there's the great song and dance of who wants what veg which is always put on the wrong plate anyway. We have to suppress our giggles now.

Thanks recharge, it still tastes shit though.

If you want a lift to the airport FIL would try to move heaven and earth to make sure he can take us (very kind). If flying to Europe, you must get to airport 6 hours before the flight.

Lack of slippers causes colds and sniffles

drjohnson it would be a ratings hit.

Another weird foible is not keeping beer/lager in the fridge. Warm lager anyone?

Sparklingbrook I'll send C4 a video of my week in Devon with dad and stepmum. That will save them on production costs.

Another one is the kettle, it must only be filled for the precise number of cups of tea required. Ok - ish but when I was bottle feeding any of my three I'd fill it up to boil and then cool and before I knew it the water had be tipped away - I never understood that one.

There should be a C4 show where the vegetable counting meal planners have to live by the rules of the 'no idea' people for a week. And vice versa. I would watch that.

I'm going to be like the people on this thread when I'm old, I can tell. I think I might be heading that way already (eyes meal plan...)

Hyva that's brilliant. Love the idea that you are on standby ready to update the itinerary with their inbound seat numbers once this data is available

I wonder if he is haunted by those announcements they used to make on R4 in the old days "this is a message for Clive Smith, thought to be on a motoring holiday on the Isle of Wight. Please make contact with St Whatnots Hospital in Kettering where your mother is dangerously ill".

Claude and jeanne who have a dog, brilliant. :)

Sauvignon - I can answer that!!!

If you are slicing a joint with an electric carving knife a la 1970-something, it is much easier to slice into thin slices when it is cold. And of course, the addition of hot gravy will warm the meat.

Hyva - I'd like to go on holiday with your relatives. When we went with in-laws it caused me stress - they think things like check in times and the necessity of having tickets with you only apply to other people.

Hahaha we went to Dave and Jean for Christmas dinner this year. Jean counted the spuds and Brussel sprouts and stuffing balls.

Suffice to say her estimation of the appetites of 3 young men in their early 20's was slightly off. There was nothing left. Not even a cocktail sausage and they were hungry when we came home and i had to rustle up grub. I have been informed Christmas dinner better be here this year

Farely. My DF thinks it's terrible that I ask the DC what they want for dinner. He says they should have what they are given.

Mum has a meal planner for the week. No deviations allowed.

My parents do the weighing thing. They buy me at, then weigh it all, then pack weighed portions into freezer bags, then into another freezer bag (just in case), then put all double bagged portions all together into one big bag. Each seperate bag is dated. It takes them bloody hours to put away their shopping.

They then need to wipe, wipe and thrice wipe any surface that the raw meat may possibly have touched - including distant part of the kitchen that apparently may have been splashed by flying chicken juice .

I try to remember if they've always been like this. I think maybe a bit, but have got worse since retirement.