Permission to Pamper

Be a dad-type in a café on a Monday

It's Monday morning. I've floated through my favourite version of morning ritual — an alarm-less wakeup, morning pages with my window cracked open to the tune of birdsong, a brisk walk towards the horizon, a sun-soaked meditation in a garry oak grove — and now I'm settling into a steaming coffee. I'm nestled in the supple give of a massive leather armch…