Bad Manners and Brimstone

Quote from: chigger on December 02, 2019, 04:50:39 pm

The only time I've given up my bedroom, was during a hurricane, when all our children and grands came to us. My husband had to leave town because of his job, so I gave up my bedroom to the family that brought their pets. It was horrible. I'm sleeping on the sofa, no privacy, no sleep all night and no where to go sleep during the day, while hurricane rages on. I personally would never offer my room again, unless it was an elderly couple, but all our older family have passed away now.

I'd rather keep my bed and have their pets in with me. I'd even be OK with a non-wriggly youngster sleeping in the other half.

Very, very late responding! My DD and SIL and 12 year old GD brought 3 cats and 2 dogs, one very large, in addition to themselves. Older son brought his wife and 2 toddlers, and I have a pom that's scared to death from the storm! I just could not imagine all those animals in a,strange to them, environment. Common room, that is. Next time, all pets that don't live here can stay in the garage. It was really awful for me.

That would be bad enough if it was a guest bed

Actually, if tactfully phrased, it could be very useful information about a guest bed. In the 1950s my parents bought a very expensive and stylish sofa with a backrest that can be flipped over to turn it into a single bed. It did good service both as sofa and guest bed for many decades - my parents were quite happy to have hordes of their children's school or university friends descend with sleeping bags at weekends - and I sometimes slept on it myself when later they moved to a smaller house. Eventually, when I and DH moved to a larger house, they gave it to me. So a couple of years ago when we had a bunch of friends staying I showed the only singleton to this sofa-bed and said 'here you go, I promise you it's really comfy'; but next morning she said 'I'm afraid it really isn't'. I had a look at it and she wasn't kidding - the synthetic strapping supporting the seat cushion had perished, so it was like a hammock. I apologised profusely and got an upholsterer to replace the strapping and he said 'Yes, I see that very often - that particular synthetic rubber was used in upholstery a lot in the 1950s and '60s, and it works like a dream for 50 or 60 years, then it perishes quite suddenly'. 

We hadn't registered this because when we sit on that sofa we have a lot of cushions on it: it wasn't till we took the cushions off, flipped the backrest and lay down on it -not something one normally does in one's own house - that it felt very, very wrong! And if our friend hadn't been frank enough to tell us, heaven knows how many other friends we might have put through a wretchedly uncomfortable night.