A King is Born

Love a bit of Royal stuff, and a new King is pretty big stuff! It's almost, like, biblical!

My friend Nibs and I have developed a horrible competition whereby we try to beat each other to be the first to text the other when a famous person dies. It has the awful name, 'Angel of Death' and makes no one but us laugh. I am well ahead at the moment, and we are ridiculously competitive about it. It started when we were living together and she nearly broke her ankle one Sunday morning thundering down the stairs yelling, 'Princess Diana is dead! Princess Diana is dead!' at the top of her voice, waking everyone up.

Anyway, I thought I might change the dynamic to it tonight and sent her a text beginning, 'Angel of Birth'. I wondered what they might call him; I'm guessing Kanye.

I've been so hot today. Went for a cycle with my friend Sue. Saw our children in the park. They'd been at Hampton Hill outdoor pool all morning and were sitting in the shade of the trees in Bushey Park, eating ice lollies. It was a lovely scene.