She’s around the same age as me, middling. A weathered lump of a woman with mousey hair that sits in raggedy locks and swishes on the nylon of her anorak. Clutching a carrier bag as though it contains her life’s possessions her head swings round, uncontrolled, looking for a pair of ears that will listen. ‘WHERE’S YOUR MUM?’ she shouts to the startled woman next to her. ‘MY MUM LET ME COME OUT ON MY OWN TODAY.’ ‘That’s nice’ says her polite neighbour before returning to gazing out of the window like normal people do. Her eyes are blank, like little button eyes on a teddy bear. White gathers at the corners of her mouth with constant lip licking.