Has to be said in all of the furore over the Royal baby that one thing has been overlooked.
Not the weight, name, significance, nor indeed the sex of this baby…but actually the fact that Kate’s removal from public life in the weeks prior to birthing said prince has given her a welcome reprieve.
Not from the constant questions and inane chattering of the 24 hour news cycle but from the sight of bums, bellies and breasts of the great British/Irish public.
Confined as she was to whatever palace – I’m sure Nicholas what’s his name from the BBC can tell you that – she didn’t have the misfortune to witness the displays of jelly like flesh that the heat wave has brought about.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made some ill advised fashion choices this summer…but those have been of the too tight bikini variety, that only my family and neighbours have to witness as I lounge in the back garden.
I haven’t paraded by saggy bum cheeks in cut off shorts, giving all and sundry and view of my nether regions that would give the doctor a shock.
I haven’t the washboard stomach that the latest belly tops demand – and thus I don’t display my midriff on the streets, wobbling about in manner of a busted accordion.
And Kate, don’t worry you also missed the glories of our male population. Their bare chests glistening with sweat and their back hair blowing in the breeze.
So dear Kate, spare US a thought, for the summer of your son’s birth will go down, at least in my memory, as a time when I witnessed too much flesh and not nearly enough finesse