A couple of weeks ago I bumped into a friend and her kids in Beech Road Park, Chorlton. Her daughter was clutching a soft knitted doll with caramel coloured skin and big brown doe eyes.
“I love your doll. She looks like me!” I said. The words danced out of my mouth as the little girl smiled back sweetly, her silky blonde hair meeting the doll’s dark coils as she pulled her in tighter.
“That’s Belle. She got her when we went to see the show at The Palace. It was soooo good.” replied her mum.
