
Be warned: You might feel sick after reading this.
I’ve spent my kids’ school holidays actively avoiding indoor play areas.
It was a choice based on temperature rather than on hygiene but I am starting to realise I have probably made the right decision.
My kids love those places. The louder and brighter and sweatier the better. The higher and faster and crazier they can get the happier they are. But they are hot and fate has allowed me to concentrate on outdoor pursuits.
Seems like a lucky break as I’ve just found out what we may have unwittingly avoided.
Faecal matter, staph, and other bacteria that can lead to meningitis or gonorrhoea – coating the surface of those ball pits, lining the cracks and crevices of the twisty tunnels, along the handles of the slippery dips and soft mats.
Caked on the handles a slimy, grimy mix of germs that would make you gag on your too-hot, bitter coffee you desperately purchased from the greasy counter had you been coerced into attending.
If you knew what these areas were harbouring you would never allow your children to play there.
And yet every day thousands of parents unknowingly do. Including – usually, me.
And it is not just commercial playcentres, the biggest culprits are the play areas in fast food restaurants, pubs and clubs and shopping centres.
Those areas for which you often send up a silent prayer of thanks when they give you just a few moments of relief from a long drive or an attempted family meal.