Got a garish cardy for Christmas that isn’t to your tastes? Now you have a name for it.
My wife and I love coming up with new word amalgams to describe stuff. She invented a corker yesterday.
You know that cardigan, bought or maybe even knitted for you by some well-intentioned relative, that is rather hideous and makes you look, well, a bit “special”?
That’s your retardigan, that is.
Don't be shy