Day ummmmm - again.

Our youngest child has developed an obsession with 'Charlie and Lola', she reads it, watches it, talks about it. Today she is in the best mood ever because her dad bought her a t-shirt; red with white, spotty sleeves and the word 'LOLA' is capitals, with a picture of the character seated on the 'O'. Amazingly she has cooperated in the breakfast eating - even to the point of using a spoon, dressed without a fuss and by mid-morning is still smiling. Oh the power of a t-shirt.
Perhaps the medical profession should take note and abandon the production of both Prozac and Mogadon, all that is needed is a sweat shop in some impoverished third world country and the nations depression would be cheaply eradicated. 'Charlie and Lola for All!' or 'C&LfA' for the acronym lovers, and when the powers that be restrict distribution and raise prices, it could cause an unparallelled national crisis. The papers would obviously divide into political camps, those for and against the increased prescription charge for Charlie and Lola merchandise and those who genuinely believe that these items should never be on prescription at all, those who feel that only people who could afford such luxury should be entitled. Producers would cite soaring costs and reduced cotton production as the reason why a t-shirt would cost £445.00 per unit and Panorama would go undercover...filming those children who get to make, touch, yet never wear the t-shirt while they sleep on factory floors and go without pay, sacrificing basic living standards simply for the joy of glimpsing these radiant items.
Charities would spring up, I am sure I would end up involved in fundraisers to acquire 'Charlie and Lola' porcelain crockery sets for the truly suicidal toddler. The charity workers would phone my place of work regularly, stating that new 'have not' social services case that was on their books. The tragic child threatening to jump out of the window unless 'Charlie and Lola' could arrive to save their lives...parents would be wringing their hands in despair at the uncooperative children, throwing tantrums and refusing to eat. Mothers would be revealing their inner turmoil to magazines everywhere, newsstand would overflow with tales of woe and inadequacy that the 21st Century Mother had to face - the trial of knowing that your child could never glimpse the desired, 'Snow is my favourite and my best.' That classic book that is essential bedtime reading.
Oh the relief that I am a 'have' as here I sit, with my child watching, 'Recycling' and singing an abstract song about Lola's shoes while patting the doll named Charlie.