One of the few scandals I can remember of my parents short marriage was when my father was caught kissing the Norwegian au pair. The fact that my mother was having a full blown affair with the German who would become her future husband , just added, in retrospect to the dramaof it all.
I was reminded of this in watching What Maisie Knew . A brilliant film showing what selfish parents(its important that I am happy, don’t worry the children have taken it well) look like from a child’s eye. Part of the plot is that both( I know I am late but I love you to bits)parents, marry the nannies to sort out the baby sitting problem. In the one flaw in the film the two now step parents who have much more time and sympathy for Maisie than the parents, eventually get it together.
In real life I know of two brilliant parent meet nanny stories. One where a very successful South American oil/hotel entrepreneur, great guy, lost his first beautiful wife and mother of his three children. Being a sensible man who was away a lot, he married his very well groomed Irish nanny. She became a feature on the street. Then as businessmen who work behind the Iron Curtain do, he mysteriously died. Nanny inherits the ranch and marries the carpet cleaner. I still see her in Waitrose sometimes.
Then there is a very old family friend. Great designer. At one time when we were just married she and her husband were one our ten core couples who we socialised with. He runs off with an almost identical looking woman and now lives in New Zealand. She has an affair with one of her mature students which produces a daughter. The daughter is named Vita. You’ll see why in a minute. She moves abroad to teach and gets a nanny to help. They have an affair, and then she and the nanny marry. But same sex marriages are no more founded in heaven than the other kind. They divorce. She returns to London and is very happy in her new flat, retirement and with an excruciating lap dog whom she takes to the toilet “in case he worries”.