“Yes, especially the USA, everyone is so rude and fat, except your father, he’s lovely,” Kate smiled, “And he has such a wonderful fund of stories.”
“It’s all lies!” Megan retored. Royal aides had bundled Sarah into the boot of the Range Rover just in case. “Seems like a thousand but it’s probably ten,” Charles replied. “Good point,” Sarah agreed. “Suppose we’ll have to send the the fucking Corgis to Battersea Dogs home,” Charles said gloomily. “Good point,” Sarah agreed. They clustered round so no one could see and somehow Sarah made Andy very happy. “Anyway eBay don’t do live animals, maybe try Craigslist,” Megan suggested. “No comment, you’ll have to ask Meg,” Harry repiled sullenly. “No,” he replied with a steely stare, “Have you?”
Charles turned on his heel, “Insolent bastard, can I have his head cut off now I’m King?” he enquired of his chief flunky who attended him dressed like the doorman at the Ritz hotel.
