Prince Harry is in Australia, and I am so excited I can barely contain myself. I was at Sydney airport, before dawn, waiting with all the excited single ladies, gushing and cooing at whatever shadowy glimpses of him were possible. I want to be the next Australian princess, following hot on the heels of Tasmanian's pride and joy, Mary. Marry me Harry!
Harry arrived on Monday morning for a month long deployment with the Australian Army. After his plane touched down in Sydney, he was soon up in the air again, on his way to Canberra to visit the Australian War Memorial before beginning his stint with the ADF.
The coverage of his arrival made me laugh, and almost cry at the same time. There was a reporter. There was an aeroplane. There was a car. There was a tiny Harry in the distance, in the back seat of a car. It was the top news story of the morning. Beats all the bad news I guess, but seriously do we have to go so gaga over the arrival of a member of the royal family? Maybe so. He's a popular prince, a soldier and a bit of a lad.
I have nothing against Harry, but his name happens to start with H and that's today's letter in the A-Z Blogging challenge, so this gripe was barely a grumble. I don't want to marry him by the way.
Who's your favourite royal?