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

When I was about 13 a random girl in my class passed me a note asking if I would go round her house for dinner. A bit odd I thought as I never spoke to her and she was really quiet in class and didn't have any friends so I went as I felt a bit sorry for her to be honest. I remeber just sitting in her room not talking while she played with dolls we were 13 and my other friends certainly didn't play with toys etc we were more into talking about boys and getting drunk. Then hre mum said dinner was ready so we went into the dinning room and her mum had brought freind a furby. Her mum then went on for about 20 minutes explaining how the furby was for said friend only and not me and how I didn't know the girl well enough to be brought a furby of my own!? Did she honestly think I would be like where's my furby? We were 13 I didn't want a bloody furby anyway! All so odd!? She made the biggest fuss over this furby still makes me to this day.

Xbf mum was a bit nutty. Instead of a shower curtain she had actual curtains in the shower complete with big tassle tie backs that smelt like damp dead skunks. When I stayed over she would take my dirty washing knickers and all out of my bag when I was out with Xbf and wash it all. Okay this is sort of kind but i was only there visiting for a night. Also she would wash out plastic shopping bags and hang them on the washing line to dry haha! A very odd family.

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Aged about 23ish, new boyfriend. Takes me to meet his parents. We sit down to dinner, his mum has made spaghetti bolognaise. Go to start eating, his mum gives him a look and says 'Come on David, you know the rules'. He's like all 'mum not in front of my new girlfriend please'. I'm wondering what on earth is going on. Bit more arguing, eventually mother wins out.....and he takes his t shirt off and eats his dinner bare chested. Apparently he wasn't a very tidy spag bol eater and it was to save his mum having to get the stains out of his t shirt. I was

Celiafate is it cool if slim people answer the door half dressed?
Is decency only based on how sexually attractive you deem the person?

This might be my favourite thread ever!

Mine would have to be a few years ago when I signed up as a volunteer tutor. I was assigned to a wee primary age boy and went with the volunteer coordinator to meet him.

We turned up at his flat as arranged but there was no answer. He was from a large family and one of his cousins was on the front step and said he was at another cousin's just down the road. Coordinator knew the flat as he'd arranged a tutor for said cousin so off we went to the other flat.

Arrived and the flat was full (think easily 40+ people). We got shown to the living room and met the wee boy and his mum. We were discussing what mum wanted from tutoring and their availability and the mum said that her dad was very ill and she would have to accompany his body back to Pakistan when he died. We asked as delicately as we could when this might be and she said basically any minute as he was very ill. Then she was called out the room and I was going through the wee boys school books with him when we heard this almighty wailing from just about every female in the flat.

Turns out the grandad was in the very next room and had just died. We made a hasty exit after that!

It's taken me about a week (on and off) to reach the end and now I'm very sad :-(

Oh my god. My first time travelling away from home on my own. I was a very naive 18 year old and meeting up across the country with a couple of lads I'd met online I know but I fancied one of them

Rocked up and all was fine, despite the lack of bathroom door, until the evening when, having not having eaten all day nor been offered any chance of anything to eat, they took me to the local pub and we proceeded to get drunk. When the barman threw us out we went back to the host lad's house and I sat in the living room and got my sleeping bag out.

Host and the other lad then came into the living room wearing nothing but towels and nervous smiles at this point I immediately jumped to the conclusion that they were in a gay relationship and wanted me to acknowledge that. Instead the lad I fancied sat next to me and tried to get me to give him a blowjob while his mate watched. I promptly threw up over him. Host ran away in horror and his mate sulked on the other sofa all night

I don't know what's worse, the fact I ended up going out with that lad for over 2 years or that my mum had warned me against going in the first place!! It was all like a really sordid, working-class version of An Education.

I can only think of one - maybe I don't know too many odd people! I was 21 and just back from travelling in the summer. My great uncle had passed away and my mum and I were at his daughter's house (so my mum's first cousin) to pay our respects. I went into the kitchen to help with making the tea ( I wasn't a tea drinker, and my mum did drink tea weak, which is my defence). Anyway. I took the tea out to the guests and the bereaved and my mum's cousin takes great offence at her weak cuppa and shouts 'call this a cup of tea!!!!' in a very aggresive manner. I'm quite a senstitive soul at the best of times, so having thought I was being helpful I was not amused at all and huffed off home (about a 30 mins walk at the time if I recall). I was also feel doubly senstive as a friend of mine had also died in a horrible car accident so may had not run away in tears otherwise!! A few years later my mum sadly passed away and this cousin came to my house during the mourning period. As is customary, my husband made her a very strong cup of tea (obviously I had told him about the tea incident as we met not long afterwards) and she remarked that it was actually a wee bit too strong - lol! Revenge is a cup of tea served strong!!!
Also, a bit different, but DD was friends with a girl in year 7 who lived quite a long drive away so when I dropped her off the mum (who was very friendly) asked if I wanted to stay for a coffee or go out to a local cafe. I took one look at the very messy and probably not entirely clean (smelled very strongly of dog!!) kitchen and proposed the cafe!! DH also picked her up once and was licked rather enthusiastically by one of the dogs and was not amused (and he is a dog lover!!).

I have thought of several as I've been reading (over about a week!) but I'll just share one with you now.

When I was about five I went to play with the son of someone my mother had been asked to befriend as they were new to the village. After a riotous hour in the garden we were asked if we would like a drink, and when we both said yes, were presented with banana milkshake. I have never liked milky drinks, and I just couldn't manage it. After another hour or so we were called in for lunch, and the boy's mother offered a choice of drinks. Tom got Ribena, but when I asked for the same, I was presented with the banana milkshake and told I had to drink it, even if I didn't like it. I remember sneaking upstairs for a drink of water out of the bathroom taps...

My young DD started Junior school (gone up from the infants), and so had some people she knew in her class and some who had originally been in other classes. Her and her other friend became friendly with a girl (lets call her X), that she'd never met before.

For a couple of weeks she came home talking about how she wanted to play with X. I said that would be fine, and asked my DD to ask X for her telephone number so I could call her parents to arrange something, or to tell X's Mum or Dad to give me a call to arrange something at our house. (I don't get to the school at either end of the day so never see them). My MIL does so I asked if she'd mention it to X's parents too, which she did.

My DD then came home saying that X's parents said that she could go and play there. Apparently X had said that her Dad had told her to tell my DD that they live in a pub, and that he (dad) would be working downstairs behind the bar and the girls would be perfectly safe playing upstairs on their own.

I've never met or spoken to the parents so asked my DD to give our telephone number to X for her mum/dad to call me. She did, but nothing ever happened. My DD kept being told by X that her mum and dad agreed that she could go and play, and kept asking why she wouldn't.

I agreed with my MIL that if anything were to come of it that MIL would go with my DD to X's house, so that there would be someone there with them whilst they played. I just wasn't comfortable with my DD going off to play with someone whose parents I had never even spoken to, and whom seemed very reluctant to talk to me, knowing that the kids would be playing on their own unsupervised. Essentially in a house on their own, as the upstairs of pubs have every room a house has, and so all of the hazards. Especially not via communication with a 7 year old and no contact at all with the parents.

Still not sure if it was me BU, but obviously I don't think so.

Years ago I went round to an investment clients house to complete the paperwork on her maturing policy.
This little old lady answers the door, makes me a cup of tea and I give her the paperwork
Me - 'Just sign down the bottom'
Her -'I'll try but I have hurt my wrist'
Me -'oh no have you had a fall?'
Her -'no I've been up all night w**king my boyfriend off and I've sprained it'
I spat tea everywhere and then she proceeded to tell me in graphic detail what they had been up to. I was there hours!

When ds was younger he used to do hip hop dancing. A girl in his class at school was in the same dance group but hadn't made it to practise for a few weeks and they had a competition coming up.

Her mother phoned me and asked if ds could go round their house to show her dd the dance moves and catch her up. Ds didn't want to go as wasn't all that keen on the girl, but I said we should do the right thing etc etc...

So on the Saturday as per the arrangement I take ds to their house, they didn't offer that i go in and wait (it shouldn't have taken more than an hour) or get offered a cup of tea or anything, so i said I would pop to the shops while he was there and get him on way back. Mother says, no don't worry I will phone you when they done and you can come back and collect him (note that its was all me doing the running around, dropping, fetching for her dd's sake ) After an hour I phoned and they said they still busy so could he stay a bit longer. By the afternoon still no phonecall so got in the car and went to the house. Knocked for about 5 minutes, no answer. Eventually the older brother answered the door who was about in his twenties. I ask where his mother and sister are, he says, oh they got invited out to another friend so went there - And left my ds alone in their house with a stranger and never said a word to me......... My god I was bloody fuming. Ds seemed ok and quite happy that he and this chap sat playing computer games, but ds was about 10 at the time!

MIL came to visit us to stay for a few weeks. Before she unpacked she went around the house checking for dust on all the tops of the doors and door frames..... She then told dh that did he realize that our house was a disgrace. And i still let her stay.

I have toughened up A LOT since then........

I have laughed so at this thread!!

At a friends house in their swimming pool aged about 7. Her mother came out of the house to check on us dressed in a super smart suit, lots of jewellery, heels, make up, hair done up in big 80s perm. She asked if it was warm and when we said yes, she jumped in with all her clothes on and had a swim .

Her DD didn't seem to think it was unusual. They were quite eccentric though - they kept the Christmas tree and lights up all year round because it looked so pretty.

FIL was having a birthday party/anniversary celebration at his very nice country home. DH has never actually lived with his dad and things have always been awkward (FIL was a total dick to my MIL, didn't sign birth certificate, treated DH and his half brother totally differently etc etc).

One of FIL's favourte things to do is to invite people to his house and then expect the guests to bring EVERYTHING. Each person or group is instructed to bring something different: drinks, puddings, cheese etc. He seems to thing this is totally normal behaviour (student years notwithstanding) even though they are very comfortable own a beautiful country home. At a previous family gathering I was sent to Coventry by Step-MIL for forgetting to bring fruit for a fruit salad WHEN THEY HAVE AN BLOODY ORCHARD.

Anyhoo... There were a lot of people at the party, maybe 80+ and the marquee was set up with lots of tables. In the middle was the family table... we looked for our names... umm, no, DH and I would be sitting at a seperate table to his dad, wife and half brother... in fact we would be sitting with the gardener (who was very nice). When conversation started flowing it turned out that lifelong friends of FIL were rather surprised to hear that he had another son. Then came the speeches about what a wonderful dad FIL was to his darling wife and son (singular). By this point I was basically shaking with rage and trying not to cry.

As soon as we could we left to the Marquee to go sit in the kitchen. Some guests came in and they thanked us for a lovely evening... turns out they thought DH and I were the hired help!

Worst of all was the fact that we couldn't escape as they live in the absolute middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles from home and we had no transport. Terrible evening!

No - that can't be the last one! More!!!!

Marking place - this is mumsnet gold. Have missed this sort of shizzle lately!

At a party, a man came over to me and said out of the blue "I don't fancy you much myself, but my wife does, so why don't you come home with us". Er, no. Thanks.

Must keep this going, so here is my contribution although it is about guests as opposed to hosts. Which is odd considering I was visiting someone at the time.

So I'm about 18 and around at a friends place with no intention of heading home at any point in the near future. We're both half soused and planning a night of it.

Get a call from my father sounding pretty pissed off asking when I'm coming home. Pretty confused about why he sounds so angry, explain that I'm not coming home bit drunk and had planned to stay over. He then asks me to explain that to my friends, at this stage I'm and wondering if I've drunk more than I thought.

Turns out that at some point in the afternoon my BF her boyfriend, and another random male decided to come visit me. They didn't txt or anything just showed up. No one was home so they decided to climb in my bedroom window, knocking a whole bunch of stuff off my bedside table in the process, raid the kitchen and make themselves at home watching TV in the lounge. By the time dad got home they had been there for 3 hours, and had still made no effort to contact me.

I still have no idea who the other guy was, what the hell they were thinking or how my dad managed to stay calm enough while kicking them out that both friend and her (now ex) boyfriend still love him. Seriously the ex will visit dad and take him chocolates when hes in town, and helped set up his 50th.

Neither of them has ever acknowledged that this was odd in any way.

I used to babysit for a family who seemed fairly normal. One day, the wife noticed that I had been doing my Chemistry homework at their kitchen table and asked to have a look at my handwriting (she said she'd done a course in analysing handwriting). They never used me again. Clearly I have the handwriting of a psychopath.

About the only one I have is from years ago. DH and I went for a uni reunion at an old friend's house. Wine was had etc, and eventually we all staggered off to bed. Except that our hosts had turned the heating up, and their house was super insulated. We were boiling, and the window in our room was locked shut with no key to be found anywhere in the house (we searched!). We couldn't find the central heating controls so couldn't turn it down, and we didn't want to rudely barge in on our hosts to demand they did it. All external doors locked, keys hidden.

So we spent a very sweaty night lying starkers on top of our sleeping bags, occasionally sponging ourselves down with a purloined towel and drinking pints of fluid. Come the morning and our hangovers were monstrous. As soon as our hosts woke up, we begged the front door key and shot outside to stand, in t-shirts and jeans (no shoes or socks) in the blissful frosty garden.

Sounds ungrateful I know, but sheesh it was hot.

I used to go out with someone (oldest of a large family) and we were at university. We were staying at his family's house and his mum laughingly told him to go stand on the mat for 5 minutes. He DID

Another boyfriend's family: they took a dim view of mixing sauce with pasta. You had a pile of sauce on top of pasta and were allowed to carefully transfer a spoon of it at a time to be mixed with the pasta as required. I got such a glare when I cheerfully mixed mine all up at the outset, unaware of this rule

My PIL have a visitor book in which they (nicely) expect you to write loads - I think it's rather sweet

I'm sure I've posted this before but didn't see it on this thread so I'll do it now.

Pre kids, holiday in France. Arranged to visit very old family friends of my parents who I had grown up with - a lovely lady and her odd son, who was in his mid-late 20s, a few years younger than DH and I.

They lived rurally, we drove over. They had a big house which was converted into flats for travelling workers. It was empty as up for sale.

We had a nice afternoon, went to a hypermarche to get lots of lovely food. When we got home we are it all, nice cosy friendly dinner. I had one glass of wine as I was driving. Then lovely friend asked if we wanted to stay over and I could therefore have another drink. We were having such a lovely time this was a great idea; they obvs had lots of rooms so sleeping arrangements wouldn't be a problem.

Literally 20 minutes after we accepted their invite to stay, lovely friend turned on the tv to get her bbc fix - while she watched The Bill no one was allowed to speak!

Then her son give us each a bum-skimming dressing gown, said 'don't mind me' and insisted dh get changed in front of him.

They made up a sofa bed in that room and insisted we go to bed while they still watched tv.

The next morning I got up to go to the toilet to fix that they had locked us into the front room. We couldn't get out or get their attention and were bursting for the loo!

I can't remember exactly how we got out but it involved leaving without seeing them and possibly climbing through a tiny window.

Haven't seen them since.

When I was about 17, I was going out with a guy who lived alone with his mother in a huge house that had a room out the back containing a very old lady. Said boyfriend or his mother used to go out to the back of the house and take her a meal three times a day. I heard her occasionally but never saw her as long as I was with him - a good couple of years - and nobody was allowed out the back except him and his mother. I never found out who she was. I think she might have come with the house.