Another day off? Surely not. I suppose it is one of the perks of being King. The baby prince had a bit of an escapade last night. At about 11.30pm we heard a loud thump followed by crying from his room. I went in to see if he was OK, but couldn't find him. I eventually located him UNDER the bed. He had obviously fallen out of bed between the wall and the mattress, had woken up and wondered where the hell he was. I had to pick the bed up to get him out. He ended up in my bed with Amanda and I finished the night asleep on the sofa downstairs. Not very Kingly.
Today was spent on fruitless searches. My wife wanted a particular type of bagel today, so I ventured out to Yeovil to find them - none were around in any store. I also wanted to get tickets for the forthcoming Yeovil Town v Nottingham Forest match next week, when our friend Simon is coming to stay, so I drove to the New Huish Ground to find that on away match days (like today) the ticket office is closed all weekend. I'll go back on Monday.
I have contacted the charity the Willow Foundation, offering my services as Henry should anyone actually want to meet the famous Tudor monarch. I heard Bob Wilson interviewed on the radio this morning about the charity and the wonderful hard work that they do, and it seemed so selfless and worthwhile that offering my services seemed like a good idea. Whether or not anyone wants to meet a despotic old King is another matter all together. I've said it before, and I am sure I will say it again... watch this space.... Night night!