Sainsbury’s, I am disgusted with you. Absolutely disgusted.
No. No. Don’t even attempt to apologize. It’s too late now and this has happened too many times in the past for me to be able to stomach another one of your grovelling, boot sole licking attempts at contrition.
What do you care, anyway? As long as you get my money each week you’re laughing all the way to the bank.
Never mind that yet again the bread we bought “fresh” from you on Sunday is already mouldy!
I’ve lost count of how many times this has happened. What amazes me most is that (due to lack of a bread bin and lack of space) we store our bread in the fridge. So how can it be going mouldy in three days?
Either your workers are fingering my thick cut slices before I purchase them or your bakers are doing unsavoury things with my dough.
Well thank you, Mr Sainsbury, for yet another mid-week noon break saddled with an empty lunchbox.
You can stick Jamie Oliver right up between your yeasty buns.