
MONDAY
I’M requested to meet the boss at Bute House at 6am on the morrow. You always know there’s something serious afoot with the FM when she wants to do business at such an audacious hour. Her early-morning briefings have entered Holyrood folklore. If you’re summoned for one of these meetings, then you’re either about to be eviscerated and served up for breakfast or there’s something rum brewing with which she can’t be seen to be involved in any official capacity.