stood up by Iris
I had a blind date this morning at 06.55. An early start admittedly but this lady would surely be worth it. The lady’s name was Iris. I was supposed to meet her in Terminal 1 at London Heathrow. Iris was flying in from Russia after a short courtship (19 hours) on the Internet. I even had an letter (IM) from Iris. Iris said she’d be waiting on the right before you reach the shops (which was worrying enough in itself). ...