I Am NOT Sleepy and
I Will Not Go To Bed
When I was a teenager I knew a girl who had a much younger sister – perhaps she was four, maybe five.
I remember sometimes her mother would give the little girl pink milk as a treat. All it was was milk with a drop of pink food colouring mixed in. It didn’t taste pink it just looked pink, but it was enough to make her think it was something special. Sometimes, when her sister asked if she could have some pink milk, her mother would say, ‘No, it’s only for treats.’
I thought this was very clever, to make ordinary milk exotic, simply by changing its colour to pink and pretending that it was very special. I have to say I always imagine that Lola’s pink milk tastes of strawberry, but who knows.
“…a unique talent…”
– The Sunday Telegraph