Shades of a gigolo fantasy going on here, we suspect, but hey ho…
I have swapped the red braces for apron strings. And it’s been a bit of an eye-opener.
Some of the yummy mummies I have been working for have (I understand) been boasting about having a male Mary Poppins. And I have to say that it’s been rather a conversation stunner with my former Square Mile mates. “What? You? Mopping up Weetabix etc. etc. (men’s reaction).
Welcome to the world of the “manny” – newly unemployed financiers taking jobs as male nannies.
This anonymous writer at eFinancialCareers reckons you only have to watch Hugh Grant in About a Boy for evidence that merely carrying a baby can turn a grown man into a babe magnet? Apparently it works for hairy bankers, too.
But here’s the suspect par:
There are additional perks of Champagne lunches and shopping sprees in Pimlico. From what I can see, people still in work are flat out at the moment, leaving their wives with limited company. Harmless attention from a young enthusiastic man is part of the reason these wealthy cougars hire us.
Yeah, right.