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FIVE MONTHS LATER.
Christmas 2020.
We took Archie to find a Christmas tree.
A pop-up lot in Santa Barbara. We bought one of the biggest spruces they had. We brought it home, set it up in the living room. Magnificent.
We stood back, admiring, counting our blessings. New home. Healthy boy.
Plus, we’d signed several corporate partnerships, which would give us the chance to resume our work, to spotlight the causes we cared about, to tell the stories we felt were vital. And to pay for our security.
It was Christmas Eve. We FaceTimed with several friends, including a few in Britain.
We watched Archie running around the tree. And we opened presents. Keeping to the Windsor family tradition.
One present was a little Christmas ornament of…the Queen! I roared.
What the—?
Meg had spotted it in a local store and thought I might like it.
I held it to the light. It was Granny’s face to a T.
I hung it on an eye-level branch. It made me happy to see her there.
It made Meg and me smile.
But then Archie, playing around the tree, jostled the stand, shook the tree, and Granny fell.
I heard a smash and turned. Pieces lay all over the floor.
Archie ran and grabbed a spray bottle.
For some reason he thought spraying water on the broken pieces would fix it.
Meg said: No, Archie, no—do not spray Gan-Gan!
I grabbed a dustpan and swept up the pieces, all the while thinking: This is weird.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex
Christmas 2020.
We took Archie to find a Christmas tree.
A pop-up lot in Santa Barbara. We bought one of the biggest spruces they had. We brought it home, set it up in the living room. Magnificent.
We stood back, admiring, counting our blessings. New home. Healthy boy.
Plus, we’d signed several corporate partnerships, which would give us the chance to resume our work, to spotlight the causes we cared about, to tell the stories we felt were vital. And to pay for our security.
It was Christmas Eve. We FaceTimed with several friends, including a few in Britain.
We watched Archie running around the tree. And we opened presents. Keeping to the Windsor family tradition.
One present was a little Christmas ornament of…the Queen! I roared.
What the—?
Meg had spotted it in a local store and thought I might like it.
I held it to the light. It was Granny’s face to a T.
I hung it on an eye-level branch. It made me happy to see her there.
It made Meg and me smile.
But then Archie, playing around the tree, jostled the stand, shook the tree, and Granny fell.
I heard a smash and turned. Pieces lay all over the floor.
Archie ran and grabbed a spray bottle.
For some reason he thought spraying water on the broken pieces would fix it.
Meg said: No, Archie, no—do not spray Gan-Gan!
I grabbed a dustpan and swept up the pieces, all the while thinking: This is weird.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex
I think we can all read between the lines of where she disappeared to for 10 years.
Harold:
Did Abigail Spencer babysit Archie? Or was Dorito on baby duty and so she came with you to the hospital? Did she drive? Please confirm, seeing as Netflix said she arrived as 43 was miscarrying
Welcome to our world Harold
Just reading this thread. Catching up. I've got to the post about when Harry and Megan go to see Elton John.
"The azure sea" It's not a GCSE creative writing piece....
"The azure sea" It's not a GCSE creative writing piece....
If this is true I feel sick to the pit of my stomach. Also feel he is capable of this too. Jesus Christ this tit is getting very dark
Often times people will line up outside these studios just to say they saw so-and-so in person. Even if they don't like them. The celebrity culture here is pretty disgusting.Must be exhausting, all that collapsing and weeping.
This photo from the article made me lol, waving to fans, more like waving at nothing, I would say...
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Why dies he never remember exactly what was said in these situations? He uses that excuse a lot to get him out of being sued for lying
Quoting myself but I can't believe I forgot to add the bleeping singing Seals!!!
THE PALACE ANNOUNCED THAT a review had been conducted of our roles, and of the agreement reached in Sandringham.
Henceforth, we were stripped of everything but a few patronages.
February 2021.
They took it all away, I thought, even my military associations.
I’d no longer be captain general of the Royal Marines, a title handed down by my grandfather.
I’d no longer be permitted to wear my ceremonial military uniform.
I told myself they could never take away my real uniform, or my real military status. But still.
Furthermore, the statement continued, we’d no longer be doing any service whatsoever for the Queen.
They made it sound as if there’d been an agreement between us. There was nothing of the sort.
We pushed back in our own statement, released the same day, saying we’d never cease living a life of service.
This new slap-down from the Palace was like petrol on a bonfire. We’d been under media attack non-stop since leaving, but this official severing of ties set off a new wave, which felt different.
We were vilified every day, every hour, on social media, and found ourselves the subjects of scurrilous, wholly fictional stories in the newspapers, stories always attributed to “royal aides” or “royal insiders” or “palace sources,” stories clearly spoon-fed by Palace staff—and presumably sanctioned by my family.
I didn’t read any of it, seldom even heard about it.
I was now avoiding the internet as I once avoided downtown Garmsir. I kept my phone on silent. Not even vibrate.
Sometimes a well-meaning friend would text: Gosh, sorry about such and such.
We had to ask such friends, all friends, to stop informing us what they’d read.
In all honesty, I hadn’t been totally surprised when the Palace cut ties. I’d had a sneak preview months earlier.
Just before Remembrance Day I’d asked the Palace if someone could lay a wreath for me at the Cenotaph, since, of course, I couldn’t be there.
Request denied.
In that case, I said, could a wreath be laid somewhere else in Britain on my behalf?
Request denied.
In that case, I said, perhaps a wreath could be laid somewhere in the Commonwealth, anywhere at all, on my behalf?
Request denied.
Nowhere in the world would any proxy be permitted to lay any sort of wreath at any military grave on behalf of Prince Harry, I was told.
I pleaded that this would be the first time I’d let a Remembrance Day pass without paying tribute to the fallen, some of whom had been dear friends. Request denied.
In the end I rang one of my old instructors at Sandhurst and asked him to lay my wreath for me.
He suggested the Iraq and Afghanistan Memorial, in London, which had just been unveiled a few years earlier.
By Granny.
Yes.
That’s perfect.
Thank you.
He said it would be his honor.
Then added: And by the by, Captain Wales. duck this. It’s proper wrong.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
Henceforth, we were stripped of everything but a few patronages.
February 2021.
They took it all away, I thought, even my military associations.
I’d no longer be captain general of the Royal Marines, a title handed down by my grandfather.
I’d no longer be permitted to wear my ceremonial military uniform.
I told myself they could never take away my real uniform, or my real military status. But still.
Furthermore, the statement continued, we’d no longer be doing any service whatsoever for the Queen.
They made it sound as if there’d been an agreement between us. There was nothing of the sort.
We pushed back in our own statement, released the same day, saying we’d never cease living a life of service.
This new slap-down from the Palace was like petrol on a bonfire. We’d been under media attack non-stop since leaving, but this official severing of ties set off a new wave, which felt different.
We were vilified every day, every hour, on social media, and found ourselves the subjects of scurrilous, wholly fictional stories in the newspapers, stories always attributed to “royal aides” or “royal insiders” or “palace sources,” stories clearly spoon-fed by Palace staff—and presumably sanctioned by my family.
I didn’t read any of it, seldom even heard about it.
I was now avoiding the internet as I once avoided downtown Garmsir. I kept my phone on silent. Not even vibrate.
Sometimes a well-meaning friend would text: Gosh, sorry about such and such.
We had to ask such friends, all friends, to stop informing us what they’d read.
In all honesty, I hadn’t been totally surprised when the Palace cut ties. I’d had a sneak preview months earlier.
Just before Remembrance Day I’d asked the Palace if someone could lay a wreath for me at the Cenotaph, since, of course, I couldn’t be there.
Request denied.
In that case, I said, could a wreath be laid somewhere else in Britain on my behalf?
Request denied.
In that case, I said, perhaps a wreath could be laid somewhere in the Commonwealth, anywhere at all, on my behalf?
Request denied.
Nowhere in the world would any proxy be permitted to lay any sort of wreath at any military grave on behalf of Prince Harry, I was told.
I pleaded that this would be the first time I’d let a Remembrance Day pass without paying tribute to the fallen, some of whom had been dear friends. Request denied.
In the end I rang one of my old instructors at Sandhurst and asked him to lay my wreath for me.
He suggested the Iraq and Afghanistan Memorial, in London, which had just been unveiled a few years earlier.
By Granny.
Yes.
That’s perfect.
Thank you.
He said it would be his honor.
Then added: And by the by, Captain Wales. duck this. It’s proper wrong.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
Wasnt there some birds who were dead behind the eyes too?
Terribly sad aye?! I bet.
I call mine my monthly visitor
This bit took my breath away
That too mid-sneeze 
Seriously though, my friends tell me this but in this moment, what you wrote seems so significant.Not to sound like ol' Bristle Head though
I really believe in signs from the Universe, Nature's little signals etc, but have to keep checking myself now to make sure I don't sound as ..off my rocker as he does.Mum was just telling me that Felix scared a random lady by barking loudly today. She said that the lady was complaining that she had a heart attack, and I just blurted out, "Why, did she see Smegs?" I think I need to limit my tattling to Tattle because that eyeroll looked really dangerous
Very telling that they haven't sued him so far ..
I WASN’T SURE WHAT TO call her, or what exactly she did.
All I knew was that she claimed to have “powers.”
I recognized the high-percentage chance of humbuggery. But the woman came with strong recommendations from trusted friends, so I asked myself: What’s the harm?
Then, the minute we sat down together, I felt an energy around her.
Oh, I thought. Wow. There’s something here.
She felt an energy around me too, she said.
Your mother is with you. I know.
I’ve felt that of late.
She said: No. She’s with you. Right now.
I felt my neck grow warm. My eyes watered.
Your mother knows you’re looking for clarity. Your mother feels your confusion. She knows that you have so many questions. I do. The answers will come in time. One day in the future. Have patience.
Patience? The word caught in my throat.
In the meantime, the woman said, my mother was very proud of me. And fully supportive. She knew it wasn’t easy.
What wasn’t?
Your mother says: You’re living the life she couldn’t. You’re living the life she wanted for you.
I swallowed. I wanted to believe. I wanted every word this woman was saying to be true.
But I needed proof. A sign. Anything.
Your mother says…the ornament? Ornament? She was there. Where? Your mother says…something about a Christmas ornament? Of a mother? Or a grandmother? It fell? Broke? Archie tried to fix it. Your mother says she had a bit of a giggle about that.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
All I knew was that she claimed to have “powers.”
I recognized the high-percentage chance of humbuggery. But the woman came with strong recommendations from trusted friends, so I asked myself: What’s the harm?
Then, the minute we sat down together, I felt an energy around her.
Oh, I thought. Wow. There’s something here.
She felt an energy around me too, she said.
Your mother is with you. I know.
I’ve felt that of late.
She said: No. She’s with you. Right now.
I felt my neck grow warm. My eyes watered.
Your mother knows you’re looking for clarity. Your mother feels your confusion. She knows that you have so many questions. I do. The answers will come in time. One day in the future. Have patience.
Patience? The word caught in my throat.
In the meantime, the woman said, my mother was very proud of me. And fully supportive. She knew it wasn’t easy.
What wasn’t?
Your mother says: You’re living the life she couldn’t. You’re living the life she wanted for you.
I swallowed. I wanted to believe. I wanted every word this woman was saying to be true.
But I needed proof. A sign. Anything.
Your mother says…the ornament? Ornament? She was there. Where? Your mother says…something about a Christmas ornament? Of a mother? Or a grandmother? It fell? Broke? Archie tried to fix it. Your mother says she had a bit of a giggle about that.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
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