One is here…innit!

The long-awaited fawning for the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s baby arrival is upon us.
Much unlike common people, who have horrid rat-faced common babies all the time, this one is special.
Special for the Duke and Duchess because it’s their first.
And that is special.
Special for us, because it’s the latest heir to the throne. Not something available to any of us. Not even lottery winners, bankers, or footballers. Mind you, there’s no sign of Her Majesty moving over to let Charles or William get the big chair, let alone the fresh new heir, young Cambridge.
And he is lucky enough to have been born into a life of unbelievable privilege, nannies, never worrying about a thing, going to the best schools, university, and on to a life of duty… Piloting helicopters, opening hospitals and the suchlike.
I bet his parents won’t have many sleepless nights. Plenty of helping hands to do midnight feeds and nappy changes.
So, not really very much just like you and me.
No struggling to pay for prams, a cot, or anything else. No loss of social life.
No giving up paid work to look after the new arrival. Or fears about having to go back to work at some point.
All in all, they may as well be aliens, for all the similarity that can be seen with us mere mortals.
Maybe David Icke is partly right. They’re not shape shifting lizards. Just so rich and privileged that their lives appear to be totally alien. They are effectively living on a different planet.
Anyway. Huzzah! Any chance of a bank holiday?
Ahhh go on. I’ll wave a flag and drink Pimms.