â€śI donâ€™t remember pastels being part of your five-a-day!â€ť Janet shouted to her five year old not-so-secretly sucking the art tools in the pool house. He removed one from his mouth quickly.
â€śOh what am I going to do Cara? Here I am, a vibrant, beautiful woman (or so Cosmo tells me) and I get landed with a no-good ex-husband whoâ€™s mid-life crisised his way to a new life with his secretary whilst Iâ€™m stuck in a seaside holiday camp with a toddler guzzling coloured wax.â€ť
Janet looked miserably at her oldest friend. â€śOi! Iâ€™m at this holiday camp too! Besides, you are a vibrant, beautiful woman. Look, that lifeguard hasnâ€™t stopped looking at you since we arrived at the pool.â€ť Cara nodded in the direction of the handsome man looking in their direction. â€śHeâ€™s probably just trying to figure out where Iâ€™ve left my Zimmer frame!â€ť Janet laughed.
Suddenly, to their surprise he got down from his tower and sauntered towards them. Janet and Cara looked on in surprise. â€śMaybe thereâ€™s an age maximum,â€ť Janet whispered half-seriously. â€śExcuse me miss (â€śmissâ€ť was a good start Janet thought), I was wondering if you were busy?â€ť the Adonis-like creature said in a sexy Irish accent. Flustered, Janet avoided his gaze. â€śUm, no Iâ€™m not,â€ť she said hoping. â€śI didnâ€™t think so because your sonâ€™s eating oil pastels in the pool house.â€ť
â€śRight,â€ť Janet said deflated. The cheek of him! She wouldâ€™ve given anything have him swallowed up right there and then. â€śGood. It helps if people actually look after their kids,â€ť he chastised before returning to his tower. Cara looked at Janet open-mouthed. â€śHe so has the hots for you!â€ť she squealed.
Oh dear, Janet thought, this is going to be one long week away.
ByÂ Dejeniera Pygott