Plastic pyjamas 😳 A relative has fully bought into the "family smiling in a happy group wearing fluffy matching PJs" shit. So we got the full complement of monstrous, sweaty, cheap nightwear. I can't wear it, it makes me sweat like a trapped animal. Proudly made of melted down bottles?! I cannot.
Two kids have sensory issues so they outright refuse to even look at plastic pyjamas .The remaining will wear it to play in, but it washes weird and either hyper absorbs the laundry detergent scent, or dries too slow and ends up smelling of wet dog. And every time you touch them you get a static shock... The dog is very on edge during the child's wearing of said garments 😅
Every bit of Waitrose party food was truly disgusting. The mini burgers were shameful for the price. Greasy, boring, cheaply made, the cheese sauce tasted like vomit.
Their Teriyaki beef balls on sticks tasted like cat treats. Duck spring rolls were greasy and basic with approx 0.0005% actual duck within.
Waitrose chocolate cake was a disc of synthetic hell fodder, I felt like it was a laboratory experiment in just how far removed "food" can be from actual basic real ingredients. Never again! Their pigs in blankets looked good but tasted greasy and cheap.
Special mention for Morrisons chocolate chip pannetone. Now that was truly obscene as an experience. Somehow rancid tasting, overfilled with what can only be described as pellets of brown wax disguised as choc chips. I had a bite, and fell into such a trance of horror/disbelief that I actually ate a few more bits to see if it was real, if it could REALLY be that disgusting...? Yes, is the answer. It was a dense puck of inedible sour wax, strongly reminiscent of a chunk of palm oil I once saw washed up on a beach.
Morrisons "best" fruit lemonades in glass bottles were literal fizzy chemical scum as well. It evoked the 1990s experience of licking one of those bath pearls filled with scented oil.
That lemonade/raspberryade is heinously grotesque as a fluid, how they dare to dress it up in a glass bottle with a premium label, it's some sort of horrendous social experiment I'm sure, to see just how much we'll tolerate in terms of terrible products. My tooth enamel is just too important since the demise of NHS dentistry, to ever risk drinking Morrisons premium lemonade again.