Pamela and I (Amanda) are sisters. Parties were always an immeasurable source of fun throughout our childhood. Memories of sashaying under a makeshift limbo stick (read: broom handle), and passing around a parcel bound in newspaper are some of our favourites.
Years went on and we began our slow induction into the adult world. Pamela, with her astute business acumen ventured into business, whereas I, with my child-care background, went into primary school teaching.
Although we assumed our new responsibilities with vigour, there was always a lingering nostalgia that appeared when we attended the parties of our family and friends.On one particular occasion we attended a party, and cast our discerning eye to the parents who appeared to be stressed, frazzled (and taking sneaky swigs of scotch to assuage their anxieties).