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

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We are with pil at present and they are very sweet but so bloody uptight about everything.
Bil has been away for a week so he left car with pil so that it "wasn't left in the street" it has a steering lock on and fil takes it for a drive each day! The car is an old banger worth about two hundred quid.
Kids can't even eat a banana without a table cloth,mat and plate
Leaving the house to walk to shops is a major ordeal. Costs hats gloves change of shoes everything switched off at the wall last minute run upstairs for wallets. I could have been there and back.
So I'm asking you to entertain me with similar stories to help me through the day.

Good Lord no recharge the Ewbank is just so handy you see, no plugging in or anything.

are you my secret sister Sparklingbrook?

My SIL and BIL have for the last 25 years gone food shopping on the same day of the week, at the same time of day, to the same supermarket, and bought exactly the same things and spent the same amount of money (allowing for inflation.) They never deviate from their routine and can tell you practically to the penny what they will spend, and exactly what they will eat Monday through to Sunday.

I would have slit my own throat by now, just to relieve the monotony.

My DMIL once brought round a 3 day old chicken carcase for me.

Turned out it was to make stock with. EEuww.

My DF is very much of the count the sprouts out type person but even then eats so very little that there is often waste which must never be thrown out

If you foolishly agree to stay for an impromptu lunch, as I did a few weeks ago, you will be served soft crackers, mouldy cheese, curling ham, off yoghurt, mouldy cake and black bananas. YUM.

All washed down with luke warm coffee - there's no need to actually let the kettle boil because you just have to let the drink cool down anyway. Come on, everyone knows that!

Haha I thought my parents were the only ones who did this stuff....

We find staying with DH's mum really hard work because of all the rules. No one is allowed to use the kitchen without supervision, not even to get a drink of water- either the wrong container is selected (we are none of us permitted to use a glass because we might break it) and the water has to come from the tap in the utility room (I have given up trying to understand why the kitchen sink does not dispense potable water).

MIL is currently fretting about the fact that I have started taking my own coffee and caffetiere. I started because she tried to serve me decaf, on the grounds that 'no one drinks caffeinated any more', and I just couldn't handle the mornings without a decent brew. I'm afraid that now I find a certain evil satisfaction in quietly making myself a drink in my own pot, knowing that she is trying to work out what is so special about it, so that she can get one and then insist that I use it. She has to satisfy herself with reminding me every single bleeding time about the rather involved arrangements for the disposal of used grounds, with a short riff on her terror of sink blockages, but as long as I get my coffee I can deal with that. I have to smuggle the sugar in in those single shot packets though as she is permanently on a diet and treats it like crack cocaine, but that's OK as long as I hide the wrappers.....

My mum told me carpets must not be hoovered for a full year after being fitted. And expected me to leave mine well alone when I moved into a new build with its cream carpet throughout. Can you imagine?!

This makes my parents sound comparatively normal.

Although they do turn off everything, at the wall, all the time. Last time I was there, I went into my bedroom to read a book, and turned on the bedside light. Unplugged. I plugged it in, read for a while, turned it off, left the room. One hour later, I go back in, turn on the bedside light...DM had sneaked in and unplugged it.

I found, by accident, my parents' "we are leaving the house for longer than three hours" list the other day. It is two pages long, and says things like "check front door is locked", and you tick it when you've checked it. I asked DF how that worked when you'd be outside before you could check it. He said they post it back through the letter box.

My ILs are becoming obsessed by waste as they get older so cook exactly the amount they think is needed for a meal, but it is never enough. You will have a Sunday dinner with 2 roast potatoes the size of marbles per person and a dessertspoonful of peas each. We smuggle in chocolate biscuits as emergency rations.

When DCs were small, MIL produced some plastic cups that DH and DBIL had when they were kids. They were still being given drinks in them when they were about 12, only allowed mugs when they and nephew all protested. The plastic cups are still in the cupboard though, ready for the next generation presumably.

They use stuff not just out of date, but very out of date. They got some cans of Coke out at Xmas, expiry date 2009. When they moved house we found tinned foods over 10 years old and they protested when we wanted to chuck them!

OMG. Dave only allows me plastic Lidl tumblers. Proper glasses are for the grown-ups. Clearly, I am still a child. I am nearly 50.

My pils bring their slippers with them (not their proper slippers, they have special fold away travel slippers) whenever they come over.
In a way I suppose it's nice that they feel so comfortable here but part of me just thinks..."wtf?"

PepeLePew posting the list through the door is hilarious

I am going to print this thread out and read it when I am 70. And then if I am doing any of the things on it, I shall nobly fall on my sword.

MIL would be able to tell you exactly how many minutes DBIL spent in the shower this morning, bless him.

The TV volume has to be on at a set number (which I believe is 33), they can't bear the little light on the sky box to be going around, when you turn the TV off you have to press SKY so it stops, I assume otherwise it will blow up while they're in bed.

They are also obsessed with turning everything off at the plug, they used to look after our dog when we went away, we'd come back to find everything in the kitchen unplugged and all the sockets turned off, one time this included the pump for the fish tank .

If the phone goes and theres no one there, or it's an off shore call centre and they can't understand the call, they will tell you about it the next three times you visit.

Two weeks before they go on holiday the suitcases will be out on the "front room" floor, she washes, dries and irons everything and puts it away as it's done, when they get back from holiday their "holiday Clothes" go away unwashed, and the cycle begins again, I find this very odd, but then again I don't have a complete "holiday only" set of clothes.

She takes enough "pants" for 2 weeks, but washes the same pair every night in the bathroom sink, dries it on the balcony/radiator and wears it again the next day, the same pair for 2 weeks.

MIL doesn't allow drinks or food upstairs and finds it most strange that I do, we've been known to eat a curry in bed :)

Me too recharge. it must come to us all eventually.

My ex PIL were just like this. Even making a sandwich for a quick lunch seemed to turn into a military exercise. I just couldn't get my head around how they made everything seem so, well, difficult!

YYYY! This is my SIL to a tee! (and to a slightly lesser extent BIL. He had the potential to be more normal but her married her and became institutionalized.) Un-fucking-believable that there is more than one person in the UK like this alive and well right now, and sending their relatives insane.

We went there to stay for a few days last year, and watching the two of them turn making a batch of boring sandwiches into something akin to emergency brain surgery was a sight to behold.

We must surely all be talking about the same person. PLEASE. The alternative is too depressing.

We turn the kettle off at the wall as it has this weird stand by light that makes it glow. I don't really get the point of it so I flip the switch.

My PILs un

Sorry... Unplug everything in their kitchen after they use it.

I love the way my parents get up at 6am to 'seize the day' but are spark out on the sofa by 7.30pm.

sorry Euphemia

I feel weirdly content that I am not the only one suffering with parents/relations like this.

Pepe thanks you've just reminded me to do my pelvic floor exercises. I just laughed so hard a little bit of pee came out .

Why do people unplug things at the wall anyway ? What will happen ?

This is so funny.

My lovely parents are quite routine driven too - more mum than dad but they always eat at the same times every day. Always have a cooked breakfast on a Sunday. Always descend on garden weeds like avenging angels. Must go for saturday trips between set hours of 9.00 and 12.00 otherwise the traffic (of three cars and a tractor) will get too busy. And mum irons dads pants.

My MIL never answers her door after its dark unless its an expected visitor (possibly quite sensible to be fair). Never chucks away half a cake or a leftover bit of anything but tries to palm them off on us. Lives by her TV schedule. Insists on rigid gardening routines which are all marked on her calendar in advance!

Suitcases must be put into the car in the garage due to burglars.