I'm a republican (this sounds like an AA meeting now...!) because I object to the fact that it's a birth right too - I'm a believer in working for what you deserve (interesting given that I'm nowhere near what I deserve
despite my hard work - but seriously, probably why it hurts me so much.) They are born to be extremely rich and live a cosy and beyond comfortable life. Also the cost...
Incidentally was discussing this with a v. good friend and colleague, RG, today. We were discussing a 14th cent manuscript I work on which is still
in private hands. (This is unheard of normally: it's the only medieval Welsh manuscript known to be privately owned.) It's owned by some landed gentry, and RG and I were saying how we thought landed gentry living that kind of life went with the war. But not on Anglesey! We were discussing how to get to see this important manuscript - I've seen the real thing, once, but the owners won't let anybody see it these days. Plus RG was wondering, if they have one 14th cent manuscript, what else might they have? Nobody knows, no catalogue. There's obviously preservation issues too, although manuscripts are surprisingly tough and long-lasting! (They don't survive fire though and burn really well - big risk. All major libraries with manuscript collections have extreme fireproofing and firefighting conditions in place ever since the Cotton library incident!)
There are other issues with the family too - they really are lords of the manor in the Victorian sense - think Downton Abbey!
Anyhow now I'm rambling - get me started on manuscripts and it becomes a lecture... 
Sybil hope it's nothing serious - full sympathy and hope you're better soon.
Spider love that your DH is confused with names! Strangely enough, I am at the moment - I keep calling Iestyn by DH or my brother's name. Mind you, when I was pg last time my ability to remember names completely and utterly disappeared and it was totally embarrassing. e.g. I was at an academic meeting, where I spoke eloquently, and got chatting to an important man from St Andrews (who published my latest book since then so clearly not a complete disaster!) and I told him I had a good friend working at St Andrews. He said 'oh, who?' and I completely and utterly went blank, and started saying stuff like 'he's really tall, and has fair hair...'
The name never came to me.