Royal male

Mrs H was on tenterhooks. Would they fly into Cley, walk into Wells, stroll through Stiffkey, meander around Morston or bounce into Blakeney? Wills and Kate were here, somewhere. At a friend’s wedding near here. Today.

It’s so posh here, we wouldn’t be surprised if we bump into them anywhere. We must be on the lookout for signs of security men or the press rabble.

But it’s been kerfuffle-free round here today. The royal couple clearly weren’t planning to drop in on us and hadn’t asked us to pop over to their gaff in Anmer. A right royal rebuff!