WHILE my friendship with Prince Edward was reasonably brief and largely platonic, he was actually a caring soul.
At the time we knew each other, I developed glandular fever (the kissing disease, say no more).
While my friendship with Prince Edward was reasonably brief and largely platonic, he was actually a caring soul
At the time we knew each other, I developed glandular fever (the kissing disease, say no more)
Anyone who has been afflicted knows it’s horrendously debilitating and I went to stay with my parents to recuperate.
Bear in mind, this was back in the days without mobile phones. If you needed to speak to someone, you had to use a landline and phone their home.
One morning, Prince Edward phoned and asked how I was and would I mind if he popped over for a cuppa that afternoon.
He was at Windsor, which was only minutes away from where my parents lived.
You can’t say no, can you?
My mother flapped. We had no posh china. I was flapping because I must have looked like death, not even warmed up.
Anyway, he arrived – security in tow.
We had tea and he gave me some homeopathic tablets he believed might help my recovery.
Undoubtedly recommended to him by his brother, now our new King Charles III, who is an advocate of complementary medicine and healing.
I was humbled by his thoughtfulness.
Then he presented me with a Tupperware box in which there was some summer pudding. I’d mentioned that I loved it, at one of our dinners.
When he left, my mother nearly fainted.
We were in possession of some of The Queen’s Tupperware. This was quite unbelievable. Forget the visit, we had Her Majesty’s Tupperware.
We treasured it for some time. Then I suspect it got lost in that great big cupboard of plastic hell all kitchens have.
But what a souvenir that would have been.
