What is the most CF behaviour someone has shown when visiting your home?

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Just that really......

Mine was a few years ago and I'm still whenever I think about it.

My youngest had started primary school a few months prior to the event and she had got a bit friendly with one of the other children in the class and as a result I had got to know their mum quite well, in terms of chatting in the playground anyway.

We had storm one morning on the school run and as it was much closer to my house than hers I invited her back for a cuppa till the storm passed. I put the kettle on to boil and then went to the loo, then had to take an "urgent" phone call from my eldest school for some reason or other, can't remember what exactly and it certainly wasn't an emergency.

When I was upstairs I heard some clattering around in the kitchen and then heard a sizzling noise.

When I went back downstairs she was frying bacon. She hadn't asked, I hadn't offered and it meant she had gone through my fridge and cupboards the first time she had been to my house. When I asked what she was doing she said she was hungry and hadn't eaten that day

Safe to say I didn't ask her to come back after that!!

What CF behaviours have others shown in your home?

Wow, some of these stories! 😮

Mine is about a rather eccentric friend who can be a bit much (though our then friendship group generally tolerated her oddities because she can be a generous and kind host and friend, though she can also often be rude, politically offensive, gossipy, and so on.) I knew quite well that she was a nosy gossip, but I hadn’t been quite prepared for her worst side.

My then partner and I invited her and another mutual friend to dinner, and at one point she disappeared to go to the bathroom (there was only one and it was upstairs). After about half an hour had elapsed, I grew a bit worried so went in search of her. I was perfectly aware that she was likely to go looking into our rooms, so we’d done a big tidy beforehand. She’s the kind of person who picks up all your Christmas bards to read who they’re from, so I reckoned she wouldn’t be above opening a few bedroom doors to have a look in.

But when I got upstairs, I found her in the study sitting at my computer actually reading my emails and my work files! (We work in similar jobs so there was actually confidential/privileged information that she really shouldn’t, for professional reasons, have been looking at. Thankfully none of the things overlapped with her job but they could have done!)

But literally to be reading my emails…! To this day I don’t know how much or what she read.

I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say. She just got up from my computer and came downstairs like it was something everyone would do! I think I was too stunned to mention it, but I don’t think we ever invited her round to dinner again.

I was brought up in a very traditional household where even reading a postcard addressed to someone else was considered a dire moral crime; but I still think most people would consider their emails off limits, no?

CF’s can only be so if you allow yourself to be a doormat.

She was no lady!

I had an elderly neighbour who occasionally would help me with the odd DIY job - the sort I struggled to do myself but a tradesman wouldn't even get out of bed to do. The neighbour enjoyed DIY and it gave him something to do. In return, I would make a meal for him. He particularly liked a roast gammon joint I did. His two daughters were lazy and good for nothing benefit scroungers. I often wondered how one of them could afford to eat only organic food when she relied on benefits. After one DIY task he'd completed for me, I did him a whole gammon joint which he could share with his dreadful daughters and partners as they were coming for their tea. The "organic food" daughter apparently sniffed and said she hoped the gammon was organic as she wouldn't eat it otherwise. I never did anythng like that for him again.

This thread HAS to go into classics!🤣🤣🤣

Many years ago when I lived alone a new person started working in the pub I was working in. One day he popped round randomly I thought nothing of it.
The following day he came over again. This time with an overnight bag. Apparently he needed a place to stay and as I had a spare room he decided he was entitled to move in.
i kicked him out and he never came back to work!!

A CF moment that still makes me seethe.

At university my friend and flatmate had the audacity to invite her friend and two guys her friend had met out clubbing, to stay in my bedroom while I was away for the weekend. I’ve always prioritised spending money on quality duvets and sheets even at a young age and I was horrified to discover my expensive bed linen scattered with the debris of an orgy, used condoms and bodily fluids 😭

I asked my friend what possessed her to allow her friend and two random guys to make use of my room, and she said her friend had, had an abortion recently and she wanted to cheer her up! 😱

I’m currently wrapped in my Rebecca Udell duvet still as full rancour as I was on the day it happened.

Brilliant thread

Years ago, I went away for a week and asked the guy whom I’d been seeing for a while to come in and feed my cat for me (I lived alone). He was a cat person, the cat knew him, it was all fine.

Got back to find that my VCR was on - this shows how long ago this was - which I knew had to mean he’d used it because I’d set it to record my favourite shows while I was away, and it would turn itself off at the end of a programmed recording. Thought that was a bit CF-ish but it got worse. Empty beer can on the beside table - weird. Then a few days later my phone (landline) bill arrived and was about three times as much as it should have been.

It turned out he’d been phoning premium rate sex chat lines from my flat. The phone was in the bedroom and you could stretch the cord out to lie in bed while taking a call. So he’d been lying on my bed, guzzling beer while having a wank to sex lines, presumably hoping I’d just never notice the extra cost. And renting porn films and using my VCR to watch them.

When I challenged him about it, he said ‘I have needs!’ I demanded £20 cash to cover the phone bill and dumped him on the spot.

The cat was ok though.

Roughly 10 years ago an old Uni friend of DH got in touch to say he and his wife were holidaying nearby and would we like meet up for a drink.

Fine, no problem, it would be nice for DH to catch up.

Frankly we (or rather DH given he was in charge of communications) should have seen the warning signs. Quite rapidly, meeting up turned into us hosting them for dinner and then staying overnight on a Friday.

It wasn't ideal as I and DH (independently of each other) had a very busy day planed for Saturday, but I was advised they had to leave early (7am) so sucked it up.

Given I knew I would be busy the following day I massively over-catered to ensure DH and I would have food for the next day without me going to any hassle.

I'd cooked slow roasted lamb with mint/pomegranate and prepared loads of side dishes, salads and flat breads plus a passion fruit pavlova for dessert. I'd also bought nice pastries, jams etc for a continental breakfast as everyone would be up too early to do a cooked breakfast.

They arrived empty handed but aside from that they weren't awful guests and the evening went ok.

Just before bedtime they asked if they could take some leftovers for a picnic as they had a long journey home.

I was a bit but given I'd cooked more than I needed (even assuming food for DH and I for the next day) and the salads especially wouldn't hold much beyond that I said ok and made up a "picnic" for them, put it in the fridge and showed them were it was.

The next day I woke and as they said they'd left early.

I pottered downstairs to make a coffee and tuck into a croissant to open the fridge and found it ..........bloody empty.

Not only had they taken their picnic, they had taken every single leftover (in the expensive re-usable containers), all the breakfast pastries, a full pack of butter, 2 new jars of jam and the icing on the cake was stealing my thermos flask (that I needed on Saturday) to presumably fill with coffee.

I was beyond livid as I'd explained the night before why I'd been so organised in cooking the food I had.

DH called them to ask what the hell they were playing at. No remorse whatsoever. Apparently they realised that because I'm so much more organised then them, I'd be fine sorting food for the day, compared to them and the long (4 hours btw) journey they had.

As for the containers/thermos we should just "chill" because they'd return them when they visited next time .

Suffice to say it was made clear there would not be a next time.

On the plus side DH was so mortified by what happened he cancelled his Saturday plans to re-stock the fridge, cook dinner, buy new containers and deliver a brand new thermos filled with coffee to me at my event and apologise profusely.

That is just fucking weird

Not the worst CF moment, but I'm fuming as it's happening right now. I run a U3A group on a weekly basis, teaching a language, at no cost to students, even providing work sheets of my own devising and using my own paper and printer ink. One couple is late every week, interrupting the start of the lesson, and ruining the momentum. Yesterday, they left a coat behind, and didn't return to pick it up. This morning, a public holiday, I woke feeling terrible, with a cough, fever and heart issues, (atrial fib.) so decided to spend the day reclining in my chair in my PJs with a book and MN. Phone call at 8 am...we'll be round at 9.15 to get coat. I get up, dressed, wait. 9.30, message.. We're running late, can't make it, will be round sometime this afternoon to get the coat. Grrr... DH is planning a right earful for them when they come.

I used to date a guy with the worst flatmate ever. He asked my ex if he could borrow some money - ex said no as he simply didn't have it - and the flatmate asked if ex could ask his parents for a loan to give to him (parents weren't loaded or anything fyi). He was really desperate apparently.

Stupid ex actually went ahead and borrowed money from his parents, trying to be kind to someone in need. Next day flatmate came home with loads of new clothes he'd just bought. Yeah, really desperate.

I was hosting a dinner party with friends and made a lot of food for everyone. One friend brought me a ‘gift’ of my favourite food to the party ( a small ish tray of some of my favourite dessert: macarons) - at the end of the party she took the box back home with her.

Wasn’t sure whether to be bothered by that, but it’s not something I would ever do!

incredible

They weren’t staying. But my ex-BF who I fell out with when she stood me up at Christmas, just never turned up, was meant to stay the week. Called me a full week later and was annoyed I couldn’t accommodate her that second, no mention of Xmas.
Send me an email a year later asking if I wanted to meet up in a European location. Said seeing as DH I would need accommodation, could her and her DH just stay in the spare room for free.
Annoyed as she was my oldest friend.

I've experienced a bloke doing this on the train too, using nail clippers too so his nails were flying everywhere 🤢. Only topped by the couple sat opposite me on the table seat, bloke laid down in the woman's lap whilst she squoze his spots. Delightful.

He got toed in for being a cunt.
Clear enough for you?

DH used to give PIL our spare keys while away so in an emergency ONLY they could access the house, but otherwise no need to go inside. This was made clear.

MIL decided to snoop check anyway. Came home after a long haul flight. MIL's on our doorstep immediately to point out I'd (not DH, of course) left crumbs on the kitchen bench (maybe three crumbs) and acred like it was a massive deal.

I got my own back, though. Next time, I'd not realised DH had not gotten spare keys back (as I requested) so MIL did another round of unwanted snooping checking. I'd left a long thin body pillow under the bed covers. She came in with a friend (I didn't know) and saw the pillow. Freaked out & almost called police as thought a dead body was in my bed. Made sure I knew she was unimpressed, like I'd done something wrong. I laughed and said it was hilarious as she wasn't asked to enter my house, or my bedroom, so shouldn't have seen it anyway.

I made sure the keys were left with a friend after that.

Ooh this reminds me of a CF years ago. When now DH and I left uni, we rented a flat in his hometown, all of his friends still lived at home, so everyone usually ended up at ours, which we enjoyed. One friend’s gf was studying at the local uni (her bf was elsewhere doing a masters) and she gradually muscled her way in. It got to the point where she would come straight to ours after her lectures/classes finished, (DH was home at the time), so she was already there when I got home from work. She’d just hang about for hours dropping hints about how she couldn’t afford dinner so would just be having a cup of tea for dinner, until I caved and made dinner for her too. Then our other friends came round, at the end of the night she would ask for a lift home from either me or our friend who lived at the end of our road. Sometimes she just asked to stay over.

One evening I noticed our toenail clippers on the arm of the sofa, thought it was weird and asked DH if he left them there. Nope, she’d clipped her toenails with our clipper when she slept on the sofa the night before! 🤢
Eventually she broke up with the bf, and moved to London. To thank me for everything, she brought round a carrier bag of ‘gifts’ for me, including half used bottles of shampoo and old jumpers which didn’t fit me, i.e. stuff she couldn’t be arsed to take to London. A couple of years later she married a man from her home country whose kids she used to nanny. We never heard from her again after she moved to London!

ExH and I once had a party, and as often happens, a clutch of people ended up in the kitchen. Several people were in there and someone had closed the door. The debate appeared to be becoming slightly heated so I went to go in and one bloke pushed against the door, and wouldn't let me into my own kitchen.

He was a prick anyway, and an acquaintance more than a friend, and I saw red. I hammered on the door, yelling at him, and eventually he opened it. I clutched hold of his clothes and literally frog-marched him out of the kitchen, through the lounge and practically threw him out of the front door and into the street.

Excellent- full marks to your DH! (And how refreshing to hear of such positive action.) 🌹

An electrician brought a random woman round whilst doing a job at my house for a few days for some "fun" and at my expense (I was paying for his time). I wasn't home when this happened but I caught his behaviour on cameras I had installed around my property. I wrote about it on Mumsnet at the time and I was deemed the unreasonable one because I filmed his behaviour rather than calling him out straightaway and risk having no electricity to my house if he decided not to come back.

And yes, I called him out once the job had completed but I was still the one in the wrong because Mumsnet said I was.

Moral of the story, don't tell Mumsnet about cheeky fuckery 🙃

Out with a few old school friends, many years ago. On a pub crawl in town, all taking it in turns to go to the bar and get a round in for everyone in the group, but when it was Julie's turn she just bought her own!? We all just stood there looking baffled. To this day I'm still stunned at her brass neck. I saw her last week, first time in decades, it was all I could think about...

Ahhh fluffy blanket 😂
You were so not in the wrong.