At the top I must say ‘congratulations’ to William, Duke of Cambridge and his stunning wife, Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge on the birth of the Princeling Cambridge yesterday afternoon.
Fantastic news. Although Mrs Carmichael was rooting for a girl she’s drowned her sorrows and wet the baby’s head, big style. It was hot, the wait was long, tensions were mounting and I do, you know, like a drink.
As I write the new family is yet to emerge from the wings of Lindo in Paddington and head off to either the pomp and circumstance of a palace royal and great grandparents Liz and Phil or back to Bucklebury in deepest Berkshire (the Royal County of) to grandparents Carol and Mike for a touch of common cuddles and night feeds.
Wherever they choose I thinks Kate is going to be surrounded with love and support and that’s a good thing.
And because good is usually tempered by not so good my thoughts are tugged back thirty one years to Diana emerging from the same hospital with the baby William in her arms, dressed in voluminous green with her knee high tights on show.
How different things might have been if she enjoyed similar levels of love and devotion from those close to her.
I loved her (warts and all or indeed because of the warts) as did millions around the globe but it’s not quite the same is it?
In this engagement interview, our Prince of Wales does the best job of foreshadowing Yours Truly has ever happened upon. You know the concept, secretly telling the reader/audience the plot right up front but not so we realise.
Of course we didn’t know it at the time. We were only on Chapter One. To be fair Chaz possibly didn’t either, but he had a damn sight more idea than twenty year old Diana and indeed had accepted cufflinks engraved with a C from Camilla P B, his ‘ non negotiable’ mistress the evening before. He was definitely on, at least, Part Two.
One thing we can be certain about is Diana’s love for her sons. Of that there is no question and they, her in return. I think it shows.
How sad she isn’t here to celebrate the birth of another king, her grandson. To my mind there is just the faintest a wiff of an elephant (a beautifully elegant elephant) in the State Rooms of Buckingham Palace.
Mrs C will raise a toast to you this evening.