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.

My ex-PILs would always do their food shopping on a Thursday night. Because this very strenuous exercise took them out of the house for an hour and half it was necessary to plan ahead for dinner; something quick and reliable. So for the eight years that I knew them they always had bacon and egg for dinner on a Thursday. ALWAYS. Bacon. And egg. Never a sausage. Never a bit of black pud, or a side of tomato. Just bacon and egg. I bet they are still doing it now, 25 years later. Sad fuckers.

*when holidaying obvs.

Ooh Fellatio Thursday night was Bejam night in our house circa 1980.

FIL won't chill white wine.

I do think some of this may be due to being war kids and rationing etc. both my folks and DHs mum grew up when wasting things marked you out as a profligate ne'er do well.

I agree Salmo. My Nan had an understairs cupboard full of tins and bottles (separate to the pantry) due to the war, and carried on after. This must have rubbed off on my DM because if she has less than 2 of anything stock has to be replenished.

Oh god, yes, my folks go on "secret" holidays that are only advertised to me and my sibs.

... In case the local burglars find out.

My gran had a pantry too. And she horder all sorts of shituseful stuff.

I think my DF thinks the local burglars have his house under surveillance for some reason. Bit like in Home Alone. But he has a cunning system of lights on timers.

Oh badvoc I thought it was just my ILs that had travel slippers.

Nope :)
Mils are particularly lovely flannelette flowery ones that come in their own little pouch.
I love them really, but, good grief, some of things they do drive me insane.
Monday is cook pot day. It's the LAW. Whatever bits of whatever is left in the fridge gets out into the cook pot and they hope for the best :)
Meat is cooked till its like leather, unless its chicken and then it's still pink inside :(
I dread it when she makes cakes. You could wedge a door open with them...they are so dense and heavy! I try to eat them, I really do...

Marking my place to come back and read more later, after the children's bedtime. I am chuckling away at these

I actually like my PILs but MY GOD they are so different to my parents. FIL in particular is a total control freak. he knows where every plate, spoon, knife goes, etc. woe betide you if it goes back in the wrong place. He nearly exploded from worry on new year's day because the 'spigot' from the pressure cooker went missing for, oooh, 5 minutes. Def con one. I count the hours until we leave - they live miles away so have to stay at least two nights

My parents have specific mugs. Once I made a cup of tea in the "wrong mug" so I haven't bothered since. They have different specific mugs in the caravan.

My mum keeps a pair of slippers at my house in case her feet are cold when visiting.

She also keeps an apron at my house in case she needs it - she wears one for washing up or eating any meal, even a sandwich. Because I don't own an apron she bought one for my kitchen.

Love this thread

My PILs are fab but I recognise them in so many of these posts. Usually the big trauma when we go to theirs is temperature.
The heating goes on full blast until everyone is maroon, and comatose. Someone will then weakly ask if the heating can be turned down, so it goes off, and every window in the house will be flung open to 'let a bit of air in'. An hour later, teeth chattering, someone will suggest it could possibly be a tad warmer? Cue windows closed, heating goes full blast.

Repeat until end of stay. The concept of say, a constant not too hot/ not too cold temperature is seemingly lost on them.

They also will have at least one barney per visit, usually conducted in the next room through gritted teeth, and usually concerning whether one of them told the other that they needed to buy something THAT THEY NOW HAVEN'T GOT. One such incident resulted in 'pickled egg gate'

They are ace though

We once went to stay with my SIL and BIL's overnight; we went out for lunch and they gave us 'tea'.

We had a plate of sandwiches. There was cheese, or ham, and for the adventurous there was cheese and ham. And one pudding bowl of Pringles. We all had to sit up at the table with much ado for this feast. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for sitting at the table, but that I could have managed do dispose of by standing at the kitchen counter - it was barely worth dirtying a plate for.

That was for four adults and three children.

That was it.

Christmas Day dd asked why I was taking my slippers to PIL, I told her otherwise MIL would try to get me to wear her new christmas slippers and I'd rather wear my own.

As we arrived in their kitchen MIL appeared taking the label off her new slippers, Predictable !

iirc we all had to say in advance whether we wanted cheese, or ham, or cheese and ham, so they could be sure they were not wasting the tiniest scrap of unrequested cheese or ham unnecessarily.

MIL once asked DH if her wanted butter or cheese on a jacket potato!

We still chuckle about it now, if we have jackets DH will raise an eyebrow and say "butter AND cheese".

My Pil live with their dp. Two generations of nutters. We have to risk tall flights of stairs in the dark and all be sitting down at the table before the light can go on to save electricity.

If you want to use the cooker you have to go down 3 flight of stairs to the basement to turn the gas on and then back again to turn it off.

I'm getting worried now - Thursday night is "pasta night" at our house. I think I may have to have pasta on a Wednesday next week. Just to break the routine.

OMG Endo it's starting. The sllippery slope of inflexibility and regime. Why not skip pasta night altogether for a week or so.