They never did, 'De Mussenden-Leathes" was the word, my Aunt wasn't daft.
Her son John Rodney, my weird cousin started his carrer in Harrods from department to department, ending up marring a shop assistant, running his own couteriers and is now living in a religeous order somewhere in Sussex...
Anyhow I knew the place inside out above and below ground. The best place to play on a Sunday, no customers, was in the menagerie they had everything monkeys, snakes, lions, cats dogs iguanas endless fun..
One sunday after filling my pockets of sweets from the 2nd floor started playing in the toy deprtment.
Martin one of H's security said "George you have to leave, Charles is coming"..
Leaving wasn't on the cards I sat inside a wigwam eating my thefts..
In came a PPO looked around and left, Charles came in and started playing with an electric tractor.
He did have Big Ears, he spotted me I gave him a sweet, for some weird reason he said
"always have a cold shower after a hot one"
He's a year older than me, a Scorpio. I have watched his carrere from that day forward.
He is a decent guy, not his choice to study kingship for 70 years.
Laurence Van Der Post was one of his many a varied advisors, shame Charlie never invibed as did Laurance.
'Talking to Trees ? No Sweat I talk to myself, cats dogs even flies..ffs..
Ps: Bless Charlie he turned out ok. Mind you Camilla vs Diana ? 'should av gon to specksavers' imho..lol
Pss: Living here in summer I always scream 'Charlie when, the cold water hits me..lol