Royal Dream #3
I came home from the school run to find a couple of royal female protection officers scouting around my garden. They said that I’d met the DoC and had invited her children round for a play date and they were on their way. More and more people started to arrive with walkie talkies, then the nannies arrived with a bus load of stuff for Louis. There was the most exquisite pristine white embroidered/quilted thing (it looked like a bed spread) which turned out to be Louis’ play mat.
For some reason, someone has thought that it would be a good idea to move our trampoline from the back garden to the front garden and to take off the netting. Even more dignitaries arrived with fancy frocks and big hats. I don’t think I recognised a single person. The next thing I see are the three children standing on the edge of the trampoline but here had been a flash flood and the next thing I knew was seeing Louis fall into the muddy water and getting absolutely soaked, with George and Charlotte standing watching him.
It was getting too chaotic at this stage so I battled through the mob to go inside and find my own son who was hiding from the throng and was playing in his bedroom wearing his PJs, dressing gown and slippers.
No sign of Kate. I don’t know whether she’ll forgive me for ruining Louis’ Bonpoint clothes but from what I saw, it wasn’t the first time that Louis had got filthy and George & Charlotte were clearly used to it.