The Scotch Is What Fat Americans Call Whisky

"I can pleat like a sheep. I never meant to hurt your feelings, and you never did," said the Englishman who had helped me on her way home from work. "Think about where you want to go for christmas... i'll take you anywhere that isn't bloody spain", he added. William took my hand in both of his. Well, don't stay away too long. I'll see you soon enough." The next day she boarded the Caledonian train with an elderly aberdonian woman struggling to load her suit case up into the carriage. She already had her hand to her heart an thanks, but it was heavy as though it were filled with coal