I just woke uo from a wonderful dream. I was Meghan Markle on some sort of royal Christmas event, feeling very contented. I was skinny, beautiful and totally in love. A few faux pas here and there but it was wonderful.
One of the best bits was my competitive friend walking in and gaped. I was happy, not because I'd 'won' but because I knew the competing was over.
I'm not even a massive monarchist or anything.