Not So Secret Squirrel

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

It’s The Prince’s 50th on Friday. At a party for one of his colleagues recently, Sarah (the Prince’s work bestie) had asked me to provide some pictures so she could put them round the office and I sent them off today.

Later when The Prince came home, he asked if she had contacted me about pictures because he DOES NOT WANT PICTURES all over the office.

I managed to cover up my tracks brilliantly by looking like a rabbit caught in dazzling headlights.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Because I was sitting at the same table at the party and I could hear you,” he replied.

Oops. seems like shouting over the music to hear each other meant we could be heard by everyone! Definitely more Johnny English than James Bond.

C