I do like a wedding! And Saturday’s wedding, a small affair you may have heard mentioned here and there, was the perfect excuse to dust off the family heirloom, break open the bubbles before lunchtime and eat cake.
I have my own story of meeting Prince Harry. Not long after I’d left the RAF, I blagged my way into a job with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother. Young Harry was staying with great granny in her house on the Balmoral estate and saw me in one of the bedrooms as he walked passed. He backtracked, gave me that famous grin and asked, “Hello, who are you?” I replied, “Hello, I’m Ruth” and resisted the urge to add, “Who are you?”