I ran a writers’ workshop on Sunday (still cream-crackered from it!). One of the challenges was to randomly draw the names of two people or things, then write a scene featuring them. I decided to play along. Won’t say who I drew until the end.
“Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf, ma’am. Don’t forget you’re meeting him tomorrow at twelve noon.”
Nicola smiled. Brigadier. Would her best suit or the second best be suitable for meeting him? High heels or pumps? Would he expect her to wear her pearls or would the poppy necklace be more appropriate?
“I’m to award him a medal?”
“Yes, First Minister. For services to the Norwegian navy and Scottish tourism.”
“I see.” To be frank, she didn’t see but that happened a lot in her job. Too many meetings, too little time for briefings. “Will there be lunch?”
“Aye. A reception for us. Alas, Sir Nils won’t be able to join us.”
“Oh.” That was a disappointment: Nicola liked a man in uniform. “He’ll be on another engagement?”
“Actually, he’s on a restricted diet. What you might call strict pescatarian.” The secretary grinned, clearly amused at some private joke.
“I’m sure you could rustle him up a tuna baguette.”
“I’m afraid that wouldn’t be suitable.”
“Why?” Nicola bridled. “Is he above eating with us? Who does he think he is? An emperor?”
“No, First Minister. But he is a king.”
I drew Nicola Sturgeon and a king penguin.