Coloring pages were spread out along the floor of the main cottage- all leading in a pathway to Hayley. She was laying on the floor, scribbling furiously at a page. “You can grab a few if you want.” She stated to whoever walked in. “The crayons are over there.” Point in no certain direction she gestured with her hand.

A kebab feud, really?

“Looks like the Scotsmen take their meat source way too seriously, if you ask me. A stick of meat won’t be compensating for the lack of one in your pants, guys. Talk about culture shock –and don’t get me started on the ‘police flock to protect sheep’ Because that’s all kinds of wrong.”