June Pargeter has finally taken a moments rest this Christmas Eve, after single-handedly ensuring that all her extended family and friends will have the Christmas they deserve.
With barely a thought for herself, she has powered through an incredible list of tasks, commitments and public appearances whilst remaining available for emergency advice calls from her extended social circle.
'Yes, I suppose there is a degree of satisfaction when one reflects on the past few months efforts and achievements' said a clearly exhausted June as she reclined on the sofa and cradled a Cinzano and Grapefruit. 'If one is there in the eye of the storm, as it were, there is no time to contemplate failure. When so much rests upon one's shoulders there is simply no option but to keep going.
The festive heroine was initially reluctant to expound on the undertakings, saying simply 'I'd rather enjoy the view from the mountain top, than reflect on the horrors of the climb' with a self-deprecating winsome smile. When pressed though, the immense ordeal of the last few weeks particularly would make lesser matriarchs weep.
'I suppose Wednesday 12th was the tipping point. I was facing a double nativity play, with our piano-tuner's son Ethereal landing Joseph at StEdwards Primary just two months after their Ofsted Outstanding I knew they would have been devastated had I missed it, but it meant a hurtle in the Range-Rover to make my pre-cut assessment with Mario the hairdresser before squeezing in a luncheon with Constance and Penny...they were desperate to reprise my Cranberry Goulash recipe for Boxing Day supper...then on to our local party candidate's niece appearing at Excalibur Nursery; she was terribly dissapointed to be sidelined again for Mary, but delivered a memorable second donkey. Grabbed a quick mince-pie with the deputy-head, bless her she says it wouldn't be Christmas without a jar of my Clementine and Quince Chutney. Then home with just time to edit the final chapter of our round-robin(close-aquaintance version)and send it to the printers in time for delivery of 500 the following Monday, before getting my pot-roast Guinea Fowl in and completing the staircase decoration scheme (I've gone for taupe and lilac baubles this year, looks devastatingly effective). With a few close friends calling by for a pre-theatre supper, there was just time for a quick wipe of the make-up brush before the childminder delivered Tarquin and Arabella home from school and of course they were wanting to waffle on about some sort of prize and singing thingy before our au-pair could whisk them off for fishfingers and bath time.'
It's clearly a punishing routine that June sets for herself, with the itinerary of just one day sounding exhausting. Now, even on the final day, June has still been giving so much 'Well, you just have to, don't you? I'd found this marvellous set of Lidl frozen meal-for-one vouchers from a mumsnet link, and so I raced over to mother and took her out to collect her pension then drove in and collected her Christmas Dinner, and with free two pack of mince-pies too!'
Suburban housewife single-handedly delivers Christmas yet again
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June Pargeter has finally taken a moments rest this Christmas Eve, after single-handedly ensuring that all her extended family and friends will have the Christmas they deserve.Posted 2 years ago #
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