In an elegant oak panelled room, that suggested a former colonial grandeur, stood a large oval mahogany table, around it was six intricately carved willow chairs, and in these chairs sat four men and two women. The men wore elegant white linen suits with a pink badge emblazoned on the breast pocket. The ladies had on flowing aqua marine gowns and in they wore crowns of pink flowers in their hair. The men were all in their fifties and sixties but the women were much younger, with smooth skin that was framed by the expensive jewels that clung to their ample chests.
From the ceiling above the table, hung a two oars, crossing over each other in the shape of a crucifix, the blades of the oars were a vivid pink, underneath them rose the tall blonde moustached figure of a man, he stood up to address his audience. He must have been in his early sixties, his face was red and his paunch bulged out of his trousers from many years of over indulgence, everything about him exuded wealth and privilege. He looked down and stoked the small Pomeranian he held in his arms, then he lent down and carefully placed the tiny dog into the handbag of the lady who was sat to the left of him, she placed the handbag with the miniature dog inside on her lap and looked up at the man with a coy smile.
He straightened his jacket, smoothing it over his ever expanding stomach. The faces at the table stared back at him eagerly awaiting his speech. The man gave a cough to clear his throat.
“Now then, onto today’s agenda, as I am sure you all know, next moth we are being graced with a visit from our beloved queen. It had been decided at our August conference that we would present her with a painting of our orders island temple by the famous local artist Don Hamiltino, “oooh looveely” said the youngest woman. “Yes of course dear, but as a matter of prudence I have been doing little digging into our esteemed Mr Hamiltino and it has come to my attention that he is a known socialist sympathiser. In fact only last year he and his wife received six Russian guests at their lovely riverside cottage. So with this in mind I have decided that instead my wife Hilary will present our majesty with one of her delightful watercolours” he turned to the young woman to his left “won’t you darling?” The pretty young lady nodded and blushed just a little.
The man adjusted his jacket once again before resuming his speech. “Finally before we adjourn for luncheon, let me just say that our plans in Poland our proceeding just as we envisaged.”
A loud applause echoed around the oak room and as if the noise was a cue, the large polished wooden doors opened and in rushed a dozen young blonde waiters and waitresses carrying huge silver trays laden with Smoked Salmon, cucumber sandwiches and scones. Jugs of an orangey pink drink topped with mint and strawberries were placed down on the table and the room erupted into chatter.
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