By India Knight
If Bridget Jones had ex-husbands, 3 young ones, and invited her complete over for Christmas... it truly is December 23, and Clara Dunphy is operating round Oxford highway like a poultry with its head bring to an end attempting to choose up "a few final- minute bits and bobs." regardless of the push, the twice-divorced mom of 3 loves Christmas and consistently desires to make it ideal. A problem even within the better of occasions, yet rather whilst "family" capacity a longer community of in-laws, out-laws, ex-stepfathers, and hangers-on, totaling 16. Is the insanity of Christmas worth it? Clara is a witty, blackly humorous everywoman who will win over an individual who has ever longed to close out the vacations with "a enormous martini . . . and a few olives."
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What do you mean, a candle? ’ ‘But I’m just checking. That’s what you’d like for your present, ideally? ’ ‘Yes. ’ ‘Gosh. ’ ‘Quite. ’ What I should really do this year is go wild and buy her one lone stupid waxy candle and see what happens. ‘Here you go, Mother. ’ But I won’t, because I want Kate to love my present. I want her to love me for buying it for her. I want the present to say everything that we don’t say. That’s the thing about presents, isn’t it? Especially Christmas ones. The judiciously chosen present, the perfect gift, is offered up in the spirit of atonement and regeneration.
Is she a person that I forget exists. The problem with Kate is that she has all the stuff she could conceivably want. She’s on a list of her own, called ‘People Who Have Everything’ (mind you, she doesn’t have a Lady Pusscat. Now there’s a thought. Maybe I could mix things up a bit and get her a Lord Puppy). There is nothing I can buy her, though obviously I’m going to have to buy her something. The thing is – you wouldn’t think it from this rant, even though it’s true – I really love giving people presents.
I had it commissioned for you. It, um, it cost …’ and I told her what it had cost. Kate put down her glass of champagne, closed her eyes as though in an agony of pain, and said, ‘Clara. I beg you. ’ I said I knew it was quite vulgar, but that I hoped she liked it because I’d had it made especially and … ‘Don’t, darling. And you shouldn’t spend that sort of money on me. I’m a simple person. ’ ‘A candle? What do you mean, a candle? ’ ‘But I’m just checking. That’s what you’d like for your present, ideally?