It's hard to believe so much time has gone by since we were awaiting his birth.
I remembered a poem I wrote about Prince Charles (as he was then) looking forward to becoming a grandfather and musing about joining us - so I've dug it out.
Remember the days of Nellie and Pete?
I'm thinking of joining Gransnet,
I hear they're a wonderful bunch,
They love a good healthy discussion
And some of them meet up for lunch.
They offer support when it's needed
So I think I might give it a whirl,
I'll tell them I'd love a dear grandchild
And this time I hope it's a girl!
A few of them talk of their gardens,
Or knitting and baking a cake,
I think I'll invite them to Highgrove,
They might like to fish/jump in the lake!
I love a robust bit of banter,
But lately I don't get a chance,
If Camilla's 'gorn orf' for a canter,
I have to make do with my plants.
I'm betting Lil's Bar could be funny,
I'd love to pop in for a gin,
Of course I don't ever have money,
Please could Nellie or Pete get one in?
Was it really so long ago?
