Happy New Year to you all!
An hour and a half to go before the first guests arrive and my daughter who’s thirteen insists I can’t wear this or I can’t wear that. What is it about teenagers that makes them embarrassed about what their parents might wear at a casual social gathering like New Year’s Eve?
Surely a host should dress to the level of the least dressed-up person in the gathering so no one feels left out?
Damn. OK, I’ll give in but there’s nothing wrong with denim jeans.
It is the spirit of compromise that neither party is truly happy so I suppose I’ll have to capitulate, smarten up, dress better. My New Year’s resolution maybe. Dress like an old guy. Wear a suit.
Anyone else suffering under the lash of a teenage daughter’s tongue? If there is - I wish you luck for a happy new one!