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The visitor.
“Okay Sir, I’ll be twenty minutes, just keep your head down.”
Well, that’s a turn up for the books! Who’d have thought Prince Harry would have called me to pick him up from the station? Apparently he’s done a runner from the paparazzi, fooled them he has, with his handlebar moustache and red wig covering up that darned bald patch.
I’d better hurry, poor guy will be sweating, it’s forty degrees centigrade today in downtown Perth Western Australia.
Okay I’m here, now where is he hiding? Oh, there he is! Christ, he looks like Yosemite Sam!
“Hop in sir. It’s not what you’re used to but no one will recognise you in this bright orange 1975 Holden Sandman wagon! That’s it, buckle up, wouldn’t want to get pulled over for wearing no seat belt. Soooo been having a bit of trouble with the missus I hear?”
That was an interesting few days, I think HRH enjoyed the visit and a bit of peace and quiet. Lucy (the dog) liked him, I think she could smell the corgis.
Anyway he’s gone to join Megs and Archie in Whistler, dropped him off at the airport this morning.
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