It’s a funny thing we do, we Brits, a baby arrives and it’s a Royal one to boot, so out charge the endless crowds of paparazzi, there is a baby watch, a rumour that Kate is at a certain hospital and one of the newspapers, taking the micky, sends along imposters! Oh the groans and moans! But why all this fuss over a baby. Every parent who has one already knows theirs is the best, so why all this excitement? A Royal baby, an heir to the throne really assures us that things will go on as they have before, and in a good way. We want change when it improves our lives and no one is really certain that not having a Queen, ( I have a hard time saying King, as there has been a Queen my entire life) will change things for the better. We like our comforts, we like our identity, we like our cups of tea and silly sayings– a good cuppa will set things right. A Royal Baby will assure us that things will continue on, and we like that. We like knowing Big Ben will always bong out its song across the Thames, Red buses will roll about London, Black Cabs will pull up and pick us up, Chocolate Box Cottages will dot the countryside, all the while we put in buildings that look like Rockets, or shards of glass soaring up into the sky. New is always good, but we want to take some of the old along with us, our Teddy Bear comfort for grown ups.
And of course there is always the great fun of…what name? George, Alice, Sarah….and on it goes! But the name will not be revealed for seven days.
Get ready for the Cannons, oh how I love that, cannons in 2013 firing across London, some 62 from the Tower of London and another marvellous volley of 41 from London’s Green Park! No sleeping in with that string of booms and of course the Union Jack will fly, announcing that once again, we are safe and happy.
Happy Birthday little one, welcome to the world, whenever you decide to appear…