Uncomfortable moments in other people's houses

Redhead Riverwalk

Derek Hatton was my first thought too lol
He did seem to have and go to a lots of parties
in his time.

Oh! This has been a joyful thread and I have been crying with laughter chewbacca and the family singing tunelessly around the piano and urmston and the board. Both so visual - I felt I was there with you.

MissA. Thank you for your thread, it's certainly started my morning with a big smile.

I often went to my school friend's house for tea, and on one particular occasion when I was about 14/15 she invited me while her big brother was home on leave from the navy.
He was so handsome, I was quite smitten. I was still in my school uniform which included brown lisle stckings and a suspender belt. Just as I sat down at the table one of my suspenders came undone with a loud "Ping"... The brother said "What was that?". My friend knew perfectly well what it was and laughed until she cried. I got up and went and hid in their toilet until my friend's mother came and rescued me. After that I refused to go to their house again whenever the brother was home on leave. Pity really, as he was gorgeous.

We were invited to a rather smart dinner party at my friends house, she asked to borrow some of my good cutlery as she only had 8 place settings & needed 12. Hubby & I enjoyed a delicious three course meal, expensive wines & after a couple of hours relaxing in the lounge I went into the kitchen & collected our cutlery from the dishwasher & quietly put it in my handbag.
On leaving the house with other guests my friends' elderly mother-in-law shouted "Stop that woman, she's stealing your silver!"

I was with my parents at their friends and was offered an apple from the bowl, something we did not have in our house. I ate most of it, but left quite a bit around the core. Put it down and said thank you. The host asked "is this how you are going to leave it" I meekly said yes not knowing exactly what he meant. His answer was "you will never have another apple in my house" I was mortified when I realised he thought I had wasted too much apple. to this day I eat the core and pips, everything but the stalk.

I have had an uncomfortable moment in my own house, fortunately with family close enough to be forgiven - my DS and DIL. They were staying for Christmas, and brought their young cat with them. We were in the middle of the full works of Christmas dinner when the cat wandered into the dining room, sat on the large plant pot in the corner, did its business and started to spread the soil around the room like cat litter. All plants were covered up for the rest of the stay.

Oh Petunia, I’m howling at your account, especially the third tale of taking out the stitches of a new mother. I can imagine that window cleaner regaling his mates at the pub of how he saw you with your head between the other woman’s legs ?

After marrying in the early 70’s I joined my new husband on the military base in Germany, he was the station Padre.
One of the first functions we were invited to was a buffet supper at the Station Commanders, I was terrified as this was a completely new environment, and very formal.
My new husband was busy chatting, when I noticed that he had leaned back........and sat in a trifle!
His suit jacket had a very creamy frill, I was both mortified and helplessly trying not to laugh.

Me and an friend once went to call for a male friend of ours (we were 17/18) and his Mother was running round the outside of the house with no clothes on! I had forgotten all about this until I read your post. He came to the door too and we never mentioned his MOther

Thank you Miss A. My mood has certainly lifted.
I remember once I was invited to a rugby 'do' with my then current boyfriend who I really liked. I had bought a new outfit and was really really pleased with myself.. I was quite young and naive when it came to posh dining and when our starters arrived I picked up the sugar sprinkler thinking it was salt and sprinkled my dish. Of course I ate it!
Another awfully embarrasing incident was when I went to visit a male friend and we had some drinks and food and I was sick in his kitchen sink - full of washing up.

At a meal with people in the 80s we vaguely knew, a group of about 8 if us and some of ladies started talking about perfume they liked. One more elderly lady said oh I was bought a lovely one .. whats it called? Oh yes, Anus Anus. (She meant Anais Anais) I think we were so shocked no one said anything and don't know how I didn't laugh. But we've made up for it afterwards!

Many years ago, I went to my friend’s house for a meal she was cooking me a special meal as a thank you for something.

Her Husband was from Nigeria ( I think) she severed the meal and explained everyone eat from the same bowl with their fingers. I felt awkward but respected their culture even when the child spat food back into the serving bowl.

All the way through the evening her husband kept touching me, little things like walking past me putting his arms around my waist to push past when there was loads of room. Putting his hand on my leg in conversation so on.

When I left, they insisted on him giving me a lift he pulled up in a lay by and made a move on me. He could not understand my upset he said it was his cultural and his wife respected that and was cool with it. He was somewhat insistent so I got out and walked he called me a crazy lady.

I was young and didn’t know what to do so I ghosted my friend which is something always regret and hate that I hurt her, but at the time I was so upset I didn’t know what to do.

I have never visited anyone home alone again.

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I’ve felt embarrassed for the host on the few occasions when I reluctantly had to use their loos. Untidy it’s not the word, personal items left around, bath water left in the bath, etc etc and I’m not the tidiest of people.

When I was about 8 I had a friend who lived opposite us and went to her house one day and her mum, a large lady was chasing her son around the house as he’d stolen her secret stash of sweets which I found a bit strange. She kept on chasing him around and then her skirt dropped down and she had no knickers on. I never saw her in the same light again. She was the local Avon lady too.

One of DH's colleagues invited us to their house for dinner. The wife had made Chilli con carne - quite exotic for the late 1960's. We sat for a long time after the main course talking while I felt more and more uncomfortable. The red kidney beans had obviously not been soaked/cooked for long enough. As they left to go and get the dessert DH confessed he was also feeling really ill. Both felt embarrassed at the thought of throwing-up in their bathroom. Just as the hosts appeared with the creamiest dessert ever we both got up apologising and made some excuse about having to get up early next morning. Just about made it home! We never saw them socially again.

When I was a child I was none verbal. I remember going to visit a Muslim family with a family member. They were all very traditional Muslims and the father was head of the table, the mother served food and as we sat I turned to ask my family member something in sign language. I remember been suddenly startled when the father shouted over the table to tell me to stop flapping my hands around or I'd knock something off. My family attempted to explain that I couldn't speak, trying to explain selective mutism to them. The father seemed to think that if my family were stricter with me and stopped me flapping my hands around and insisted I spoke I would talk. Needless to say we left there and then, but were invited in by the man's brother who lived down the road. A lovely man we have stayed friends with for a lot of years. It turned out he'd attempted to explain my condition to his brother prior to our meal hoping he'd understand and accept it. But by explaining that ai may speak in the future when I had dealt with certain traumas and felt able to. His brother had gotten it into his head that I could control it.

The second was a little funnier but again centred around my speech. I went to a friend's after school one day and his dad had asked why I signed and used a pen and paper (my friend only understood limited signs). My friend told his dad I was non verbal, his dad suddenly raised his voice very loud, assuming that I couldnt hear. Both me and friend had burst into laughter. His dad was very embarrassed but at least saw the funny side. Once he realised I could understand as much as most people he was great and we laughed about it for years to come. He would always greet me by shouting "Hello MamaB247" at the top of his voice.

We were asked for Sunday dinner to friends and took our huge Pyrenean Mountain dog with us. As we sat eating our starter the dog came out of the kitchen carrying the leg of lamb which was the main course ...!!!!!!
(Funny thing, years later my husband ran off with the hostess ...!!!) ???

That has really made me laugh today ?

Rather snooty sister in law called in our house and proceeded to ask my 11 year old daughter 20 questions.....school work, behaviour etc. After a while she retreated upstairs.

Came down half an hour later and shouted on top of her voice -HAS SHE GONE YET?
I sat there red faced wishing the floor would eat me up!

My mother suggested I brought my new boyfriend home to meet the family.

Mum had excelled herself and brought in a tea trolley laden with homemade goodies and the best China tea set.

Cakes and tea distributed my Dad began to talk to b/f who had just raised his cup of tea to his lips. He held the cup and answered my Dad and then his cup, full of scalding tea, fell off its handle and deposited its contents all over b/f's crotch!!

Pandemonium reigned!

In the 60s and at a party, mainly emergency services staff. Had suffered a slight injury to my hand and didn't have any rings on. Found this young medic who was rather attractive always turning up in front of me or joining in conversations etc. Early hours and folk were disappearing. This young man came up and asked if he could drive me home. Not having a car I jumped at the chance. His face when I asked him to wait whilst I rounded up my husband was a picture.

Well, it wasn't in a house as such, but in the Academy of Music when I was sixteen.

I discovered the hard way that the lock on the toilet door was defective. Another student opened the door and caught me enthroned and changing a sanitary towel!

We were both horribly embarrassed.

My mum loved entertaining and was quite the " Hyacinth Bouquet " when visitors arrived looking forward to the delights of her home-baking etc.
On the sideboard were the desserts including a large trifle.

During the course of the gatherings when conversations flowed, the cat had jumped onto the sideboard and was making short work of the cream on the trifle. I let out a laugh and was about to point it out when mum directed everyone's eyes towards the window to how we might have holly berries on the flourishing tree by winter time ?

While everyone was busy looking out of the window near to the porch, she whipped up the trifle and hurtled into the kitchen to re-arrange the cream and add a few more iced flowers.
Her excuse being she was keeping an eye on the oven.

Meal finished and it was dessert time. I didn't want any trifle and an aunt chipped in and asked if I'd lost my appetite. Mum gave me the " don't you dare " face so I had a chunk of Bakewell tart and custard instead. I hadn't fancied the trifle after the cat had been at it but I had the giggles all night thinking about the others.

Went to ex's house one Saturday morning. Both of us still teens, both living with parents. His mother, on opening the door, told me to go and waken him as he wasn't up yet. Pretty pissed off as this was a regular occurrence, me getting up early and walking the two miles to his every Saturday to find him still in his stinking pit, I bounded up the stairs, burst through his bedroom door crying, "get up you lazy **!" The tousled head of his visiting aunt rose from beneath the bedclothes with a, "Eh? Wha...? What's goinon?" He was sharing with his brother for the duration of her visit and was wetting himself behind his brother's bedroom door! Nobody thought to tell me this! Arses, the lot of them!