England good old England , after being away from my home town, of w-ton ,for more than twenty years. It seems like a dream , and unreal to think that i played games in the streets which are now full of concrete monsters , which eat up the people as they enter.
How thing have changed,Friends i used to know are like a print of my imagination.yet they are real.
Only the other day i was sitting in a bar having a coffee, and i could not believe my eyes as a friend i had not seen for twenty years,  appears in front of me with that same smile she had twenty years ago, she had not change a bit.
While walking the streets I see bits of my past , like the woman who sells flowers,in the Mander centre this was when the Mander centre was a pile of bricks, a dream of the sixties 
I was a  child playing outside her stall,and she always had a smile on her face. I went over to her stall which is still selling flowers her daughter was there she said she had been working and selling for thirty years .but did not remember me, then she said her Mother had just passed the stall and maybe I was talking abount her mom, and i should come back and see her, i thought to myself if she was meant to be there at the time i passed then it was meant to be.
I have ten days to go before I fly to Toronto, I ask myself is ten days enough to rewind my past.i have to wait and see.