“Mummy, shut your eyes if it comes on your face”, chirps Eva, gently snipping my fringe with a nutcracker. I sit on the kitchen floor with Tom next to me, fighting sleep and his muzzie with little fists and succumb to a pretend haircut from my toddler. It is Christmas Eve, 5.18pm; the dead time that is laden with guilt …
Sunday 3 July, Amiens, France. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and Prince Harry are in Thiepval, having joined commemorations for the centenary of the Battle of the Somme. In a majestic f*** up, the Palace didn’t book rooms early enough in the only five star hotel in the area and Air BnB only had studio flats with integrated bathrooms …
It is 20 May and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge is about to leave Anmer Hall for Portsmouth, to open the new Tech Deck Education Centre at the 1851 Trust. This is something to do with inspiring young people to sail, which Kate thinks is fantastic. It’s also to do with STEM (science, technology, engineering and maths) which Kate has been …
It’s a marathon, near Gran’s place. Anmer Hall, Saturday night. Kate, Duchess of Cambridge, is lying on the sofa drinking a slimline G&T and browsing ‘Runners’ World’. She has spent the last hour bemoaning the media backlash around her ‘mumsy’ appearance and decided she will run the London Marathon. She doesn’t have a place, but she’s a Duchess so it …
