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Your house rules

"When you come here:
What you see here,
What you do here,
What you hear here...
stays here.
Or don't come here."

Although I first saw this written on the wall of a dealers house in Finsbury Park... I think it stands as a good set of house rules.
 
I take my shoes off as soon as I come into my own house but I don't want to have to take them off the moment I step in someone else's house unless it's muddy outside.

I think it's a bit precious to have a home that can't handle someone's shoes treading on the floor once in a while. Fine for the householders and regular mates who hang out in your home but every person, every time? Do people not have doormats?
 
If your partner spends more time here than at home then he/she can fucking well chip in for food and bills now and then.

e2a: The one house rule that I made up is 'no playing levellers records under any circumstances ever'.
 
I don't get many guests, it would seem a bit delusional to pretend I have rules. But The linguring smell of cigarette smoke annoys me. Slightly hypocritical or fussy. I'll smoke rollups when drinking but they don't smell as bad or for as long. I can't really expect a smoking guest to go and stand on the streete or out back by the communal bins. Don't get the problem with shoes though. It's just usual curtesy to Wipe your feet anyway, when entering someone's home. I change my shoes when I come in but I wouldn't expect visitors to wander about in socks.
 
My place has fuck all rules. I just wish people could clear up after themselves.

The only person to clean the kitchen properly is me. It's like living with teenagers.
 
I have realised that before I had children, I had no house rules. Except maybe don't outstay your welcome, I can't stand it when friends don't take the hint that it's time to go to bed. Luckily I've never had problems with saying to my friends that it's time to get out and they've never taken offence.
 
I have realised that before I had children, I had no house rules. Except maybe don't outstay your welcome, I can't stand it when friends don't take the hint that it's time to go to bed. Luckily I've never had problems with saying to my friends that it's time to get out and they've never taken offence.

This one, really. But I became a lot happier when I realised* that the friends who were least good at taking 'time to go' hints were also the least likely to be offended when you physically usher them to the door, over the threshold & shut it firmly behind them. And if not, that's their problem.

*actually it had to be pointed out to me, but I am forever grateful to the friend who took time to explain something so basic.
 
"No food in bedrooms" used to be a house rule when I was growing up, with the result that since I didn't want to be caught sneaking dirty cups & plates back to the kitchen to wash up I hid them under my bed to fester & mould :facepalm:.

My house rule is "use a plate or tray, clear up & take it back to the kitchen" which I don't need to enforce because it just happens :).
 
Don't put the butter in the fridge.

Er,

That's it.

My flatmate's boyfriend puts the marmite in the fridge. One morning I looked everywhere in the kitchen for it except the fridge, because my brain was incapable of even entertaining the notion that any human person could possibly be so damaged and wrong as to think that marmite goes in the fridge.
 
Smoke outside
Shoes off is enforced for children and generally expected for adults, but I don't stress too much about it. Some people get oddly attached to their right to stomp about indoors in shoes.
Help yourself to food and drink, don't wait to be offered
Start eating as soon as you are served.
I haven't ever had someone turn up with a dog, but if they stay still and don't smell too much, they are ok.

There are a bunch of hopeful and unrealised children tidying rules that aren't worth going into.
 
My flatmate's boyfriend puts the marmite in the fridge. One morning I looked everywhere in the kitchen for it except the fridge, because my brain was incapable of even entertaining the notion that any human person could possibly be so damaged and wrong as to think that marmite goes in the fridge.

Quite right. As any right thinking civilised person of taste knows, it goes in the bin.

They probably just default to any opened jars go in the fridge.
 
No parents, I'm 40 I don't need centrally heated, carpet walking zombie freaks turning their nose up at my wooden floored, country bat cave complete with cobwebs

If you turn up unannounced I'm probably not in or in bed, hang around for more than a micro second when you've knocked on the door I might answer

Don't engage in conversation with the neighbours they are all freaks

Keep your feet on unless you've just toe punted some dogshit.

like Pingu if there is a dog here, its because it lives here, I've got no doors to lock it behind so you'll just have to manage your kids rather than the pooch

That's it really
 
I lived in my last place for a nearly a year and other than for sexual partners or family I never had one guest. It's a bit sad really.

i've been in mine over two years and aside from sexual partners i have had roughly three guests. my family haven't bothered.
 
no meat
no shoes
no smoking
dont crowd the dancefloor or film or use flash photography


definitely..rarely answer the front door unless people shout our names through the letterbox

"We know you're in there *crackle* ska invita *crackle* come out with your hands up *crackle*"

Nah, can't see it - that's a behind the sofa moment.
 
When we moved in here we had cream carpet so there was a no shoes rule as its a rented house.

We have a closed in porch where all our shoes are so it's pretty obvious we don't wear shoes in the house.

We've got laminate downstairs now but most people just take their shoes off at the door anyway.

I hate wearing shoes indoors and take them off as soon as I get to most people's houses too. I can't think of somewhere I go regularly where I'd keep them on.

I genuinely don't understand the problem with asking people to take their shoes off, it seems a very odd thing to take offense at.

The only other rule is no smoking. I hate the stale smell of ciggies and pretty much smoked outside anyway. Then we got dogs and my husband banned smoking in the house because of them. Fair enough, he doesn't smoke.

I'll have the odd ciggie when he's not here and my bezzer comes round. Also, if we have people round/parties I don't mind but that's not too often.

The last one isn't a rule but when we first got the dogs I was always paranoid about the dogs annoying people and would keep them away/shut them in the hall.

When a friend and her husband stayed for a few days, my poor dogs spent half the time in the hall because I could see her husband getting arsey.

I'm not doing that again. If you don't like it, don't stay in my house. I don't mind for an hour or two but they're my dogs and it's their home. I don't ask people to keep their annoying children away from me (not that any of my mates kids are annoying, just making a point).
 
Mine are butter/bread-related.

If you finish the butter, let me know so that I can buy some more.

Never finish the bread. If there's one slice left, take half.

My rules are kind of person-specific. :hmm:

ETA: actually, scratch that. Never finish the butter either. Leave half of what's left.
 
Forgot one-call or text if you're coming round. If you don't, I won't know who you are and will pretend I'm out/asleep.
 
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