Yesterday in Ipswich
Maybe it was a long lost friend who met me on Facebook just as I was about to leave for home. Maybe my kids had whined a little too much that morning over a dumb piece of paper with the usual “No I took it first, no I took it first” squabble. Maybe I wanted to rebel against the nagging neck pain that reminded me it was mid-life. Maybe I loved my Ipswich days a little too much - carefree days, single, phoren country, very little responsibility and pounds in the pocket. That day when I sat in my car on BMCC road, the road back home was different. I was not in my car. I was sitting in a time machine that was taking me back to 1999. I was sitting alone on the front seat of the bus on Superroute 66. The English countryside was still the same – lush green and peaceful. I got down at my stop and walked alone through the town centre lane, making a quick check to see if there was anything new at Primark. I turned on Law college road. I saw a group of friends having fun outside Mocha. I ...