The PM and I
I wasn’t sure, but the big Norwegian beside me was adamant
“you’ll be fine, I’m the shire representative, we’re practically related”
I looked across the barricade and saw the Prime Minister, standing as nonchalantly as a Scandinavian Prime Minister can, saying something to his wife – probably something important I thought.
“Once you clear the rope it’s only a short dash and you’ll be there”