I was in the office yesterday when the news broke, and we talked about what it must be like for Princess Kate: to have the world track every moment of your pregnancy, every extra centimetre on your waistline. I asked my office mates, both women, if they would endure the neverending attention in exchange for the life of a royal. They emphatically said, “No way.” Me? I’m up for the challenge, though maybe not for the right reasons.
- For the last five years, we’ve lived in one tiny apartment with no washing machine after another. I’d love to stretch out in our own Downton Abbey or two. ‘Lord Cool Dad’ has a brill ring to it.
- I lack the uterus that would be the subject of such fascination and fanaticism. And it’s pointless to imagine having one, because, well, weird.
- First a musician, and now a writer, I WANT ATTENTION.
Cool Mum isn’t aware of any royal lineage. I might be heir to a middle management position in an ancestral Filipino tribe. Either way, the odds of nobility being thrust upon us are impossibly low, but just in case, I’m listening.
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