It's always the same!

I was shocked this week after the government announced that they were cutting the child benefit to those who are earning sufficient wages to be in the higher tax bracket (I believe the salaries are those in excess of £37,000) and the local television news interviewed some of the so called 'yummy mummies' .
The interviews took place in what appeared to be a very posh private nursery which is located in a very well heeled part of the city. You know the sort of area. You have to be very rich and privileged to live there, probably own two cars, do your grocery shopping in Waitrose and buy designer clothes for yourself and the kids. In the area that you live, you never have problems with noisy neighbours or gangs of yobs hanging around on street corners and if you can afford to buy (or even rent) property in this area you aren't short of a few quid. In common with your neighbours, your family also has a couple of holidays abroad every year.
For anyone who doesn't know, the child benefit for the oldest child is £20.30p per week and is £13.40p for each subsequent child. These poor wretched middle class women were complaining bitterly about how they were going to manage without this benefit and still make ends meet!
It never fails to amaze me that those who have the most whine the loudest if they lose even a little of what they think they have an absolute right to. They never give a thought to those less fortunate who have to struggle week after week and need every penny they can get their hands on just to survive. Nor do they give a damn about the number of families who live on an inferior diet because the money doesn't stretch to luxuries and good quality food and who have never had a holiday even in a caravan or Butlins. And what about those families where the breadwinner has been made redundant, their futures look very bleak especially as Christmas approaches.
No! These selfish, spoilt, over indulged, designer clad women would rather take the bread out of the mouths of the less fortunate in society. I'll bet they are all crying into their gin and tonics with ice and lemon, wondering how the hell they are going to make ends meet when they are deprived of this money. How will they be able to send their little darlings to private school without the child benefit.
Strangely enough, I never came from a privileged background and although my husband and I worked very hard we could never afford to buy our own home or to have a holiday and we certainly couldn't afford a car. Our children were far more important to us than the few shillings child benefit. After all, we didn't have them for the money!