Iris

Its flower time again,so before the coming rain batters them flat ,here are some of my irises.......,,And because I love them!

Years ago ,when I was not old ,amongst other things, I drove a Corporation bus in Glasgow for a year. For a time ,my conductress was Iris, a Glasgow girl,great craic and larger than life . She had a robust way of dealing with whatever came her way and was great fun to be with.

At the time ,I lived in the west end in a large bed-sitter,and on one Saturday was having a romantic evening with a new girlfriend who hailed from" Kelvinsaide ".
As you do when you are young we had retired to bed by 10 pm, when there came a persistent knocking at the door.
In dressing gown I opened the door a crack, whereupon it was thrust open , and Iris marched into the room with her pals clutching bottles of vino tinto, and declared "Hi ,Brian , were here fur a party"
Sailing regally past Kelivinside sitting bolt upright in bed, mortified with not a stitch on,clutching duvet up around her neck, she airilly chimed "Och, dont worry Hen, I've been caught like that hunners of times". And promptly sat down and opened the first bottle.
And,when Iris says ,we're having a party ,you have a party!!
Next morning Kelvinside disappeared, never to be seen again!
And shortly after I moved on to other things ,and Iris and I lost touch!

But ,whenever I look at my irises I think of her with huge affection, and wonder where she is now!