Last night’s trip to
the supermarket turned out to be unexpectedly entertaining. The weather outside
was dark and damp, but inside the atmosphere was mildly electric.
“Psst ... she’s in,”
hissed the girl on the fruit and veg. I was about to go back outside and come
in again when I noticed that almost the entire shop was hovering aimlessly
around the cash-outs.
I’m not sure whether
it was the ‘Spooks’ style female bodyguard leaning against the community
charity boxes, or the unusual hush that gave it away, but it was patently
obvious that the Duchess of Cambridge was somewhere close by.
Couldn’t help having
a look, but resisted a quick pic on the HTC. Truth be told, I was just a little nervous
that the pony tailed Amazon front of house was one of a pair, and that I might
at any moment be ‘taken down’ in the bread rolls and Brioche.
Suddenly, it was all
over. Kate Windsor had left the building.
Then ... a cacophonous
burst of excited opinion and muttered exchanges up and down the aisles. “She’s
taller/smaller/thinner than I’d expected ... Plainer/prettier/more beautiful
than I’d imagined her... I can’t believe it ... I only came in for some broccoli.”
Of course, she looked
terrific. But I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. It must be rotten not to
be able to nip into Waitrose for a bottle of milk after a hard day's work without the area
coming to a virtual standstill.
Anyway, against my better nature,
I walked up behind her in the queue. I just wanted to get a proper look at our
future queen - but I’m glad that I did. If I hadn’t been so close (or so nosey)
I might not have noticed what the Duchess of Cambridge did with her little
green token!
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