Living for Disco

Prince Charles has bought a house next door to my Mum!

Well, not quite, perhaps, but Myddfai*’s not far off. As far as I can remember it’s a pretty village, without many people in it. A bit like the village I grew up in, except a bit more picturesque, and in possession of a shop, and a post office.

Despite the naysayers who think that the mushrooming of unlived in holiday homes is sapping the life from villages in the area, I think that this could be very good for everyone. I expect he will be setting up one of his famous biscuit factories, which will provide many jobs.

I also expect when I go home, pull on my wellies and my waterproof, and take my daily ten mile walk into the soggy hills, as is my habit when I am at home**, I will be bumping into Prince William and his entourage, which no doubt includes many wealthy young bachelors in search of an alluring older woman to help corrupt them. I may have to adapt my wardrobe to the situation, and purchase some sexy tweed twin sets, or something. Mind you, they’ve probably got tweed twinsets coming out their ears. Maybe I should go for something scarlet, in satin, and buy wellies to match.

This is very exciting. I wonder if Mum will invite them round for tea?

*For those not familiar with Welsh pronunciations, this is pronounced Muthvye (th as in mother).

**I do not, as is commonly believed, spend days sitting on the sagging chair in the living room, waving imperiously at my mother to bring me tea, and demolishing packets of McVities plain chocolate homewheats, while watching back-to-back DVDs.

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