Today something big happened. I was driving, listening to a great dance music track. I've always loved its cadences and its beat, and the lyrics also seem to speak to me:
So you're free
To do what you want to do
You've got to live your life
Do want you want to do
It's a sort of anthem for me, and as I listened to the track, cranked at high volume, it occurred to me that it was indeed my great good fortune to be free and to live my life, so sad, so desperately sad that my boy did not have these precious things. And I began to cry like a baby. A bit dangerous at 70 mph, I thought to myself and cautiously slowed to 50, which I found was the safe maximum speed while weeping. In a few minutes it was over and I switched to radio four.
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