Forgive me but...
Would it be a great stretch of the imagination to guess that somewhere on the Mediterranean today, in a crowded boat of asylum seekers, a woman gave birth to a baby, salty water the only aid to hygiene.
And maybe in some deprived inner-city area across the world the words of Elvis remain true as child number six arrived:
For if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
And perhaps somewhere on a Nepalese mountainside a mother gave birth to a healthy daughter just days after she lost her other children, crushed under rubble.
And also, somewhere on the continent of Africa, a child was born with HIV because the retroviral drugs necessary were simply not available to a family of their means.
And the world's press concentrates its energy on a child the least likely, of any child born anywhere in the world today, to come to harm.
I wish the royal family and new daughter well, but really...