I won’t use the M acronym, but hot women and yoga pants are a blessing to the world. This is the story of how being a good uncle led to unexpected places.
It all started when my older sister wanted a break from her toddler – in theory for some relaxation time but more probably to catch up on laundry. I was happy to take the little one for a few hours to fulfill my duties as an uncle.
She suggested a local play centre to get us out of the house. It was the kind of place I’d have loved as a kid: padded walls, trampolines, plastic balls and a lot of noise. My nephew loved it and I was left well below, sipping a takeaway coffee cup and thinking wrongly that parenting mustn’t be that difficult.
Looking around the gathered parents I quickly realised that the joys of the play centre weren’t just for adolescents. I was one of only two men, and this play centre was apparently a gold mine of attractive but exhausted mums wearing athleisure, sipping keep cups and gossiping.