Your worst present ever.

One Christmas, I got an umbrella, my brother a bike! I never got a bike, no matter how much I wanted one.
I'm sure you can work out, who was the favourite child.

My usually very generous DH bought me a deep fat fryer 😳He got the message I wasn’t impressed.

My godmother bought my parents one Christmas a plastic cruet set in the shape of a lavatory and I’m not sure what the other one was. My parents couldn’t stop laughing.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a really bad present, but there was one that was a disappointment. My husband’s work had taken him and a colleague to Japan. He brought back some teacups as a present for me. They were nice enough teacups, without handles as I remember, but his colleague later told me that he had said to my husband that I would much prefer pearls, which some people were taking home for their wives. My husband insisted on getting the teacups. I would SO much rather have had the pearls!

A tube of Pringles (I didn't eat them but he did) and, on another occasion, a reconditioned iron. He's also now an ex.

A nightdress. From my mother.
She thought it was a nice present I think.
I accepted gratefully.

For my 50th birthday (a long time ago) an aunt sent me a picture of myself aged about 13 and some feathers from her budgie!

GagaJo

I've had quite a few. Mostly from my ex, who wanted to pigeon-hole me into the girly/wifey mould that I never fitted.

A sewing box, I'd told him I didn't want. Jewellery that was nothing like the stuff I wore. He even got our only child a toy when she was born, because he'd been chatting up the woman in the shop.

That touched me cos it was often a nightmare with just divorced abusive ex.

Expensive clothes that fitted his image of me and

out of our budget very very - very big time..

Feeling I had to wear them. Worrying each year how to pretend. Asking "lets spend less" but accused of meanness.

When I gave one away....oh the guilt.

our nicknames were bear and monkey

The last present was so bitter sweet, when I'd asked him to go and police had said, "change the locks".

It was a large Paddington Bear with a label on saying "take care of this bear" AND a tiny weeny floppy monkey.
Well there you go!

A courgette…. If you know you know😬

GagaJo. No wonder he’s an ex! 😂

An automatic tin opener for Valentine's Day from my husband (now ex but not just because of the tin opener)

A jumper, which my Mum had asked for a couple of Christmases earlier, regifted to me. I was too polite to say anything.

Never heard them called "apple catcher knickers" VioletSky - what a lovely picture they conjure up!!

A pair of mittens when I was 13, closely followed by a teapot when I was in my 40s. Not to mention many years of absolutely zilch from my other half, including my 21st.

One of my best was literally a pile of sh**, for my allotment

A big glass bottle of faded bath salts many years ago. They didn’t dissolve properly so it was like sitting on grit in the bath!

My rich but mean sis-in-law gave me a tarnished cruet set, which had remnants of salt and pepper still in them .

Apple catcher knickers from my nan every christmas as a child. Several decades and a 100 pounds later and I think they would still be too big lol

Sorry, I should have said my romantic DH.

I've had quite a few. Mostly from my ex, who wanted to pigeon-hole me into the girly/wifey mould that I never fitted.

A sewing box, I'd told him I didn't want. Jewellery that was nothing like the stuff I wore. He even got our only child a toy when she was born, because he'd been chatting up the woman in the shop.

A close friend of my mother's, someone I called 'auntie' gave me a used petticoat one Christmas. It was late 1950s and it was a sort of mauve colour and was bobbled all over from regular wear over a long period.

For quite other reasons this friendship ended a year later.

Not bought for me, but I was once in Argos on Christmas Eve and the chap in front of me was buying an ironing board...I did hope that it wasn't a last-minute present!