Idiosyncrasies, foibles and aversions.

Scarab

Georgiegirl256 wrote: »

Ah ok, I understand now! The answer is simple, there's no way I could have gone in them, I mean seriously could you?

No Georgie I couldn't, I'd have sought out an alternative as I'm sure you would have done, for us male's though it's easy.

Emmylou_2

Cutlery must match. We have two styles, "square handle" and "beaded". I cannot eat with a square handle knife and a beaded fork. However, it is acceptable for hubby to eat with a beaded set while I eat with a square handled set.

Crockery must match for everyone at the table. If this is not possible, then we have to eat off our laps. (This is a bit of a moot point as I have three dinner sets of two and one of four, and I've only got a four-person dining table)

I count segments in fruits that have segments (oranges/satsumas etc).

Volume is ideally set to a "round" number. However, "round" is variable, depending on where I am. If it doesn't end in a zero, then ideally it needs to be divisible by 3 or 6. 12s and 24s are *really* good.

DVDs are shelved alphabetically.
CDs are shelved alphabetically by band/singer then by CD name.
Fiction books are shelved alphabetically by author and then sequentially by publication date.
Non-fiction books are separated pretty much along the dewey decimal system.

My kitchen cupboards are faced forwards (this comes from a stint in retail - after working at Wilkinson for two years in my teens it took me about five years to stop facing the supermarket shelves as I was shopping).

I don't mind which way round toilet roll goes, but I hate when it's not on the holder.

When packing supermarket shopping, it is packed with its "friends" - all cupboard stuff goes together, as do meat (separate bag), veggies and fruit (separate bag) and dairy (separate bag). If I've bought two onions, a pack of mince and a pint of milk, that really should need three bags.

I have to have the poppers/closure on the duvet at the foot of the bed.

TV has to be turned to 101 (BBC1) at the end of the night.

This_Year

Scarab wrote: »

No offence caused Georgie, merely as aforementioned, a queasiness that I'm sure will pass in due course, thank you for caring!
It is of course perfectly correct that the blame for this unseemly episode should be lain at This Year's door and I thank you again for pointing this out. :laugh:

Add it to the list of things that I am to blame for. I have broad shoulders.

Add the floods too while you're at it? Saves someone a job.

#scapegoat #whippingboy :rotfl:

This_Year

Emmylou wrote: »

Cutlery must match.

Oh god the more I read, the more odd habits I find I have which I do without even thinking!

When we have a meal, no matter who laid the table, I always check DD's and OH's cutlery to see if there's a piece that I would prefer to use than mine. I have my preferred spoon, knife and fork but if they're in the dishwasher I have my second-best preferences :rotfl:

A couple of our forks the design really puts me off - I can't explain why but I wouldn't use those to serve pet food, let alone to put food in my mouth! _pale_

Georgiegirl256

This_Year wrote: »

Oh god the more I read, the more odd habits I find I have which I do without even thinking!
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Me too! I do the cutlery thing too.

Mr_Toad

After following this thread I now realise why it is that the women in our lives are always trying to changes us.

Life is simple and straight forward, no arranging, counting or any other of the strange goings on that have come to light. Life is good. Life is uncomplicated.

Then, the girlfriend arrives, good looking, great legs, fantastic sense of humour etc. and within days they start to rearrange your, up until now, perfect life. :eek:

Things are moved about, where there was once shirts there are now trousers. Gone is the simplicity of keeping your boxers and socks in the same drawer. Even the radio in the shed that was permanently tuned in to the cricket now plays something dreadful called smooth radio and it was so long ago that you tuned it to the cricket you can no longer find it!

Make them a coffee in the wrong mug/cup and you're in trouble. God help you if you wander round the supermarket putting things in the basket at random.

Gone are the days when it was OK to put the occasional alloy wheel in your own dishwasher.

And perhaps worst of all you get an infestation of sofa parasites. :(I've never understood the obsession with cushions, they just take up space and breed. Before you know it the tricksy little blighters have moved into the bedroom. Who the hell wants to move a load sofa parasites off the bed every night before they can get in?

I never know what to do with the damned things when I sit down, throw them across the room, drop them on the floor at the side of the chair?

No wonder girlfriends are like landmines. You never know when you're going to step on the wrong bit and get blown up.

Mr_Toad

This_Year wrote: »

A couple of our forks the design really puts me off - I can't explain why but I wouldn't use those to serve pet food, let alone to put food in my mouth! _pale_

So why did you buy them?

Why don't you throw them out?

This is what I don't understand, you have something you don't like and won't use but you don't get rid of it. It makes no sense!

This_Year

Mr_Toad wrote: »

So why did you buy them?

Why don't you throw them out?

This is what I don't understand, you have something you don't like and won't use but you don't get rid of it. It makes no sense!

They arrived at some stage, didn't buy them. I think they migrated from my ex via my DD. Not really sure.

Can't throw things out. :money: :rotfl:

I don't mind other people using them, I just don't want to. You never know, we may have an occasion where we just might need all 30-odd forks at once. Might.

heartbreak_star

Mr_Toad wrote: »

After following this thread I now realise why it is that the women in our lives are always trying to changes us.

Life is simple and straight forward, no arranging, counting or any other of the strange goings on that have come to light. Life is good. Life is uncomplicated.

Then, the girlfriend arrives, good looking, great legs, fantastic sense of humour etc. and within days they start to rearrange your, up until now, perfect life. :eek:

Things are moved about, where there was once shirts there are now trousers. Gone is the simplicity of keeping your boxers and socks in the same drawer. Even the radio in the shed that was permanently tuned in to the cricket now plays something dreadful called smooth radio and it was so long ago that you tuned it to the cricket you can no longer find it!

Make them a coffee in the wrong mug/cup and you're in trouble. God help you if you wander round the supermarket putting things in the basket at random.

Gone are the days when it was OK to put the occasional alloy wheel in your own dishwasher.

And perhaps worst of all you get an infestation of sofa parasites. :(I've never understood the obsession with cushions, they just take up space and breed. Before you know it the tricksy little blighters have moved into the bedroom. Who the hell wants to move a load sofa parasites off the bed every night before they can get in?

I never know what to do with the damned things when I sit down, throw them across the room, drop them on the floor at the side of the chair?

No wonder girlfriends are like landmines. You never know when you're going to step on the wrong bit and get blown up.

S'cuse me!!! We're NOT all like this, please check my other posts in this thread!! :mad::p

HBS x

Malkin157

barbiedoll wrote: »

When you go to the supermarket and buy one item and the assistant says "do you need any help with packing?"...:mad::mad:

I have a real problem with this as well... I hate that question.

Say yes and you cause resentment for making extra work. Say no and the cashier sees it as some sort of challenge to throw everything down as fast as they possibly can to prove that actually, yes you did need help.

I say no most of the time and now I find myself trying to space things on the conveyabelt so that there wil lbe points where the cashier needs to weigh an item or key in something so that I have time to pack.

My other things are...

Foods that pollute other foods. People have mentioned this before - baked bean juice touching other foods is one. Oddly i'm not bothered by gravy anymore althouigh I used to be.

Foods that are not ordered or not invited into the meal that somehow find their way in. For example Chicken Fried Rice, is fine, but 9 times out of 10 there will be peas in the fried rice. Excuse me... did I ask for Chicken and Pea Fried Rice? No. So why are these little green things in the meal? Spring Onion is another terrible uninvited pollutant because peas can actually be removed one by one but onion makes everything taste of onion.

Coleslaw. What is that? A vile concoction of wrongness.