My worst ever was a birthday present from an older friend. It was a hideous second hand dress in grey, a colour which gives me the unlovely six feet under look and of a design which was never fashionable. My friend gave it to me with the words: “it was too big for me so I thought it might fit you.” It must have been at least size 26 and I was a 14. Fortunately, a charity shop accepted it.
Is there a toiletry you can no longer buy and miss?



