On the motorway on Sunday I saw a small family car with a girl in the back sucking her thumb with her head pressed up against the window, her hair was lank and the pallour of her face was grey, her eyes lacked sparkle and I think I saw dribble. She was about 28. She was obviously a 'funny' kid locked in time with a mental age of 6 and destined to wear tracksuits and to be dosed up to the eyeballs on medication. Trapped with the mind of a child but the body of a woman.
She was oblivious to being overdrawn, to getting up for work, to bank loans, to buying car tax, to making pesto, to drinking red wine, the complexities of love, the joy of current affairs and the anger at GM crops.
Has she been dealt a bad card from the deck of life or is she flush with contentment? She's probably more enlightened than the biggest buddha going.
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