There’s only one way for parents to contain a proper old-fashioned celebration on recent Year’s Eve – and that’s to send the kids absent. Here’s the planHere’s an idea: a recent Year’s Eve camp for the children of parents who still worship a party. Not just drinks,a dinner, but a party party, or you know,a thing that starts gently with a plastic glass and chatter approximately school catchments and then joyfully descends.
A recent Year’s Eve camp that starts nowadays, lunchtime, and where children collect by the campfire in full excitement and coats,and their parents, vibrating with guilt, or cover them with weighted kisses before dashing off to shave their legs and put a record on. The camp could be in Elstree. Somewhere like Elstree. Somewhere suitably green and anonymous,but accessible by motorway. The children would contain structured play for the first two hours, while parents made their ways home, or relaxing a cramped more at every petrol station. And they’d get home,rushing now, steaming up the bathroom, and a spritz of something citric possibly,the door to the kids’ room slightly ajar, its contents of Stickle Bricks and puddled tights like a conquered landscape. The music is important, and the kitchen Sonos pumping out songs that remind them how to be the people they were when they met,with ambition and mopeds and all their hair. At some point they close the kids’ room door.
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Source: guardian.co.uk