Caught out by a dirty room or appliance? Tell Kärcher for the chance to win a £250 John Lewis voucher NOW CLOSED

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Kärcher would like to find out about moments where you've been caught out by a dirty appliance or room.

Here’s what Kärcher say, “We’ve all been caught out when visitors drop by unannounced and cringed when they pop in to find the house in disarray, what we would like to know is what has been you most embarrassing moment?”

So, have you ever been caught out with a dirty room? Maybe you noticed a hideous cobweb just as you had visitors over? Or maybe someone caught sight of your dirty oven? Perhaps you noticed something floating in your kettle, just as you were making a cup of tea for a guest?

Whatever way you've been caught out, Kärcher would love to hear about it!

Everyone who adds their thoughts to the thread will be entered into a prize draw to win a £250 John Lewis voucher.

Please note that any comments posted on this thread may be used by Kärcher in further marketing material (anonymously, of course).

Thanks and good luck,

MNHQ

Dd was making cakes with a friend all went well. friends mum came to pick her up and dds friend asked her mum to come in the kitchen she opened the oven and declared that her mum shouldn't feel bad about the her oven as ours was 10 times worse ??

I realised my standards were generally low when the builder said "we love working here, because it doesn't matter of we make a mess, it's not really noticeable"

I usually notice cobwebs when friends come round and I end up sitting in a different seat in the living room.

I was caught out in a hotel room that I had been staying in for three days when I dropped my brush & it rolled under the bed. On trying to retrieve it I discovered the previous room occupant's dirty pots from having room service left under the bed.

We had some unannounced visitors and I'd been drying washing on the hall radiator. My daughter was 3 and took all her clothes off and put on all the drying pants she could find (mine too not just her own) and came strolling in wearning them.

Its always the shower cubicle that catches us out with overnight guests. I just seem to forget about it and then someone staying over wants a shower. Happens too often!

I actually got a recommendation of a good builder, pleaded with him to come round, led him to the big crack in the ceiling... only for him to pull the crack away with his hand and present me with a very long thick cobweb.

T'was the night of The Big Snow. Two very nice young men walked me home from work (several miles) because the roads weren't passable.
I obviously cooked them a meal and made sure they were warm and dry before they trudged back.
Unfortunately, I must have dropped some knickers on the stairs that morning en route to the washing machine.
Cringe cringe cringe cringe cringe.

Had a takeaway and too much wine to drink with exDP once, didn't clear up the kitchen, then overslept the next day and didn't have time to do it before going to work. Imagine my surprise when on getting home from work a neighbour appeared to tell me there had been an attempted break-in through our back door and before I could stop them half a dozen other neighbours appeared and trooped in to see the damage, only to be faced with the horrors of the festering kitchen. That was nearly 20 years ago and still makes me

Ok perhaps not the most embarrassing but the most frequent gaff is the blasted toastie maker. My OH never and I mean never cleans it after using it. Then I take it out while making lunch for my friend and the whole thing is caked with melted cheese. Yuk!

My in laws live 70 miles away but theyhave a habit of phoning when they're only two minutes away to see if they can drop in. So I've been caught out many a time. Mainly dusty carpets because I hate hoovering

We used to live in a Victorian terrace that somehow didn't seem properly sealed, all sorts of critters used to get in. Any how, one morning I was making a cup of tea for my mum, topped up the kettle and out dropped a boiled slug. Not sure how long it had been in there. We got a glass kettle after that.

My most embarrassing moment was when my darling sister photographed my disgustingly filthy oven and sent it to our very houseproud mother!
When I got the oven clean man in to do it, he said it looked like there'd been a fire in it!!

Mine is usually okay, it's just how it looks when someone comes round - suddenly the surfaces look grubby and the floor needs hoovering. It's weird.

My parents are forever dropping in unannounced. I live in a bit of a pigsty and used to apologise for the mess but now they don't even mention it. I do more cleaning in the 10 mins before someone arrives than in the week before :/

Made tea for visitors, only noticed as I poured it that the cup was dusty. I tried to fish out the floating dust-bunnies but couldn't get the smaller bits of dust.
I spent the next day cleaning all the mugs just to be on the safe side...

On my daughter's first birthday we had a party at our house. One of our cats had caught & killed a rat & brought it onto the patio in the garden. I didn't realise until one of the guests told me. As I was used to the cats catching & killing rats I wasn't that surprised which I think shocked her even more.

My friend popped over for a cuppa one afternoon, to find me in the midst of a nightmare month day, with piles of washing everywhere, DD running around naked fresh out the bath and DS also naked, in my arms and screaming his head off. As she walked across the landing towards us she narrowly missed the poo on the carpet that DS had just done on route from bath to change mat. Embarrassing is not the word. Luckily she's a very good friend, and promptly went about making me a cuppa, then putting the house back together again!

My lovely inlaws offered to run the hoover round when they came to see the newborn. They pulled all the furniture out to hoover behind...shamefully the hoover promptly overheated and broke.

I once offered guests a cup of tea then noticed a lipstick mark on one of the cups after I'd given it them - oops!

I had a c-section having DS, was in hospital for a week and the night after I got home DH had to go away for a week. I didn't have any relations or friends nearby (having just moved) so coped as best I could. When the Health Visitor came round she said, "I'm glad to see you are just letting it all happen round you." I had thought I was doing extremely well having neat piles of everything I needed for DS in the lounge so I didn't have to keep running up and down the stairs!

New DP's parents coming for dinner, mezze style starter pre laid out on table. Checked cat was not in the dining room, the closed the door so said cat wouldn't eat the food.

Didn't check under one of the chairs.....

Open dining room door to usher guests to their seats to show everyone a full view of said cat licking the taramasalata from the plates

DS was potty training, he had just done the biggest poo in the potty ever, much praise and fuss was given and just as we were bum wiping etc the doorbell rang, I ran down and it was a salesperson who was coming round to do something for cavity wall something or other. He needed to go upstairs for something and I was aware of the hideous bum smell emanating from the toilet. He was obviously blissfully unaware and asked if he could use the facilities, before I could make up an excuse he opened the toilet door to be faced with this giant toddler turd in a potty and a face full of arse stench that had a good ten minutes to marinate in a small closed room. Mortified.

We never get unexpected visitors - helps that family all live hundreds of miles away!

Worst I can recall is a holiday villa we stayed at once where they had forgotten to clean between the previous guests and us. But it wasn't particularly bad or anything.

The villa management company were very apologetic when notified and sent a team straight away while we popped out for supplies, so not exactly a huge problem.

My DH has a habit of biting his nails. He will often bite the nail off and chew it in his mouth . I never put much thought into what happens to the bitten off nail until a friend popped round for coffee. She accidentally knocked her drink down the side of the sofa so I had to take the seat cushion off. Imagine my mortification when a pile of old bitten off nails flew out from the side of the sofa LTB did cross my mind