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

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mine was my DB, he did warn me but tbh I was so...... [bushock]
I was kind of 'oh ok"
he put old sheets on the floor to protect his carpet from...

dd's wheelchair wheels

guess where we won't be going again(this was after he insisted she was shoved in the corner of the table at a pub...just in case she got in the staff's way....WTF)

??? YOUR please

/chortle/ at fluffi

Omg! At least my friend who goes on about having ocd does actually make me feel ashamed of my house keep her place spotless

These have made me laugh more than anything has in a long time and I'm not even half way through yet, yay!!

Brilliant. It has taken me most of the day to read this!

I was invited round to someones flat once. A man I had met a few times, nothing romantic, just friends. When I got there he opened the door very glad to see me, welcomed me is and showed me to a seat in the hall, next to another friend he'd invited round for the evening and gave us a magazine each. He disappeared through another door, I sat round reading my magazine for a bit and then went home.

That's bonkers! did you just sit there and accept your fate?

Ooh! Just remembered the time my friend invited me round for a sleepover. I think we'd been out clubbing and then stayed at hers afterwards.

I went straight round to hers from work at about 6ish. We were only about 18 and having tea at other people's houses was pretty much the norm if you went round after work or whatever. Got round there and she and her parents had just sat down to eat. No food for me. They looked shocked when I said I hadn't eaten yet and made me some toast.

I was sleeping on the airbed in my friends room. Blew it up before we went out, but she didn't get any bedding out, so I presumed her Mum was probably going to bring some in or something. We stumbled in freezing cold in the early hours of the morning, at which point my friend handed me a blanket. That was it, a small fleece blanket. No pillow, nothing else. It was bloody freezing, especially as her SDad refused to turn the heating on.

I didn't get breakfast in the morning either. Fairly minor, but they're the sort of people that pride themselves on being hosts

I had some reaaly important work to do today for a big meeting tomorrow. Thanks to you lot, I've been sitting here reading all these.

On the upside, I've activated bookmarks

When I was younger, I remember going round my friend's house for the first time. I needed the loo and asked where it was. My friend's mum then asked if I was having a wee or a poo. Being young and a bit shocked I just answered the question, saying I was only having a wee. At this point, she went into a cupboard in the lounge and brought out a loo roll. She ripped off ONE sheet of the roll and gave it to me. I remember just looking from my friend to her mum, not knowing what to do or say. To break the silence, my friend piped up - 'Yeah, you get one for a wee and two for a poo'. I didn't go back.

scrumdiddlydoo

anyone else wondering how on earth one is meant to manage with two sheets of toilet paper after a poo?!

I know, just wrong wrong wrong! I knew they were a bit hard up but this was beyond ridiculous. Wonder if they got more if they had the squits upset stomach!

Years ago, I was in a relationship with a guy - we were both students at the time. We went to visit his widowed dad who lived a couple of hours away one Sunday. We weren't sure what we were going to do, so I made up a bit of a picnic to take with us - just some sandwiches, crisps, fruit and a flask of tea.

When we got to his dad's place, it was suggested that we went out for a bit of a drive, so BF, BFs dad, BF's brother and I piled in the car, and our drive took us to quite near where BFs other brother lived (lot's of relations here!) It was in the days before mobiles (old gimmer), so we stopped off and bought a cake, etc. to take with us to visit the brother, sister in law, and their little one. When we got there, they were all out in the garden, as it was a lovely day.

We stood and chatted for about 15-20 minutes, when it started to become apparent that we were not being invited in... Now, I know we had arrived unannounced, but this really was the norm in the family - we had surprise visitors a few times ourselves, whilst I was living with this BF. We were there for almost 3 hours, and at no point were we allowed to sit down, we weren't offered so much as a cup of coffee, and when I needed the loo, it was suggested I went down the road to the pub! BF actually took out our picnic in an attempt to shame them into offering us something. Nothing....

Our flat is often untidy, with laundry hanging about, etc., but surely this place couldn't have been that much of a tip that I couldn't even be allowed to use the loo!! BFs dad was so mortified by this son's behaviour, he took the rest of us to a restaurant for dinner, and didn't invite the brother, sil or child. In the 5 years I was with said BF, we only visited once more (pre-arranged) and were only offered one cup of tea each in a 4 hour visit. They were very strange, and exceptionally mean!

It's largely why I now constantly offer guests food and drinks at our house!!

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.

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

Me too

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

I'm someone else who has been reading this during

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!

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

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!

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.

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.