My primary school teacher, Mr Williams, was the first one I called when I arrived in London. He came to pick me up at the hotel and my oh my, how my heart felt like bursting into rays of sunshine when I saw him at last. 23 years! Who would’ve thought that we would be able to meet again under such different circumstances. Mr Williams had retired the year before and has been enjoying life to its fullest. With two Jaguars and a Caravelle, he has enough cars to take him around England! That night, we drove in his blue classic Jag to where my office is located. I can’t even begin to describe the things we talked about. We walked down the path of my primary school days and I was suddenly filled with information about the tale of some long lost friends. The air was cold and the wind bit my hands and ears, as if telling me to wrap myself up. We managed to find a little Italian cafe and sat under the street heater to reminisce the good old days of the eighties. How time flies. It was almost midnight when London’s night air reminded me that the moon is waiting for me to tuck myself in under the blanket, in order to prepare for the next day. How adventure always awaits me when I’m in Faerie Land!