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Back when "Flying Was Fun" Alexandra Smythe and Cate Clarke were Flight Attendants with a Major International Carrier. Prior to Private Jets coming into vogue, Alexandra and Cate traveled in the First Class World, meeting and greeting the top celebrities, politicians who would become Presidents, nouveau riche, and yes the occasional Headline Grabbing Criminal in Handcuffs!

What the two ladies viewed and experienced became fodder for the School of Flaunt, so much money, such bad taste and oh those terrible manners. Something had to be done! Hence, The School of Flaunt Handbook was born. Read More

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Mummy and Prince George

Category: Mummy's Adventures  |  Permalink

Published: Friday, November 1, 2013

Mummy & Prince George

 

It was bound to happen. First the grumbling, then the sighing, arms thrown in the air. Yes my Mother is having a Fit. A Royal Fit, that is. She wants to meet the new Royal Baby, Prince George. Only, the Royal families are keeping him to themselves and who could blame them? He is an infant.

Mummy: "But I have a gift," she moans.

Moi: "Send it," I say.

Mummy: "Oh you just don't understand! I want to meet the Baby, George."

Moi: "Mother, George won't remember you. He is three months old!! This is their first child and he is heir to the throne and they will decide when and where his Debut will be to Society!!"

Mummy storms out. We have been having this little tet et tet in her drawing room. No she really draws there. No comment on her artistic talents. Here is a woman totally frustrated by an infant. Or lack there of. It would seem her "Hints" to HRH have gone unnoticed. Hence the wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Let me give you the Back Story. My mother, Clarissa Cadbury is a pal of HRH. Or she thinks she is. I've never fully understood how HRH feels about their friendship. My father says, "She who must be endured," simply sums up her Royal connections. Nothing will stand in her way of ingratiating herself to those in High Places, including the infant Prince George.

Let's see, there was the Tiffany's gift sent to the Queen to be given to baby George. Then, she named a new Pony for the baby and sent a note directly to Prince William. Finally she donated a tidy sum in the name of said Baby Prince to a local Charity that is near and dear to Prince William's heart. Nothing! Just some elegant Thank You notes and so the wailing continues. Now she is taking to her bed.

Enter my father.

Daddy: "This has to stop. I haven't seen your mother this upset since Fayed bought Harrods!"

We all nod in unison. "She is insisting on staying "In Town" in case a quick invitation materializes. Sheesh."

It is now 3pm on Mummy's sixth day drama. We are hoping our Afternoon Tea perks her up, when low and behold a long black Daimler pulls up in front of my parents Town House. Wait!! There are royal flags waving on the hood, could it be???

"Well right ho", says my father, "She's done it again. Wished her way into the Royal's hearts." A car door opens and HRH bounds out replete with two corgis!!

HRH: "Clarissa!! Grab your coat; we are going to pay baby George a little visit for Tea!"

The air froze. My mother swept out of the house with a long red cape, (just for effect, I am sure) and into the Daimler. Off they went, in search of a tiny boy who won't remember a thing. My mother, of course will have bragging rights for years!! How does she do this?

Cate

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