Curtains For You

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

The Prince was at Hamilton races for a corporate do today. He came home in very high spirits (pished) and chatted merrily about his day, The shock of some absolute no-hoper winning at 40-1 was explained in detail...

The Prince: Nobody won any money on that race. The horse, whatever his name was, I can’t remember, let’s just call him *glances up at window* Curtains. Yeah, bloody Curtains. He was meant to be a donkey. Pfft Curtains.

When I stopped laughing, I asked where they had gone for beers when they came back to Edinburgh.

The Prince: That is a good question

Pause

The Prince: An excellent question. I do know this.

Pause

Me: But it’s not immediately springing to mind?

Pause

The Prince: What was the question?

The Prince is very funny when he’s squiffy!

C