I wonder, if you, like me, have been carried along on the wave of emotion which has been sweeping the country since the announcement that William and Kate were to be parents?
The cynical me was thinking "Oh no! for the next nine months there will be nothing but expected baby news etc.", but as time has progressed I have experienced the same kind of feeling which swept the nation when we hosted the Olympics, and particularly when we started piling up the gold medals.
Here was some good news which we could rejoice in, amidst all the doom and gloom we had been getting.
As interest grew to excitement, and excitement grew to fever pitch (espeically last Saturday, which was the rumoured expected birth date of the baby) the world's media were on "full throttle." Then during the early hours of Monday morning (around 6.00 am) Kate and William arrived at the Lindo Wing (via a back door) and wonderfully, apart from two very observant press men, nobody else witnessed their arrival.
As the news of their arrival leaked round to the front of the Lindo Wing the world's media leapt into action. There were suggestions that Kate had been brought in for a medically induced birth. All sorts of wild rumours were being pedalled by the world's press. There were constant re runs of how the birth would be announced - a messenger would take a sheet of paper with all the necessary details to Buckingham Palace, where it would be attached to an easel and displayed in the grounds at the front of Buckingham Palace, so that all the gathered multitudes could see for themselves all the details of the new heir to the throne.
The tea time news bore no items on the birth of the new heir, and infact, it had been decided to give a press release sometime after the tea time news, which gave the news that Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Cambridge was safely delivered of a son at 4.24 pm today. Her Royal Highness and her child are both doing well. [This was the wording on the announcement which was displayed on the easel outside Buckingham Palace.] We were told that the baby boy weighed 8 lbs 6 ozs (none of your metric weights here!)
And so the rejoicing began.
Members of RAF Valley had sent their congratulations, and I liked the comment that was made by one of the Princes colleagues. Get back here soon - the football team needs you!
Then there were interviews with villagers from Bucklebury, (where Kate spent her formative years) some of whom didn't know the news of the birth when they were being interviewed.
We live in a wonderful and slightly quirky country, complete with lots of traditions. Apparently the two local pubs in Bucklebury were unable to start celebrations last night, as they both close on Monday evenings.
The village church had decided that they would ring a peal of bells in celebration of the event, but were unfortunately unable to do so as one of the bell ringers was on holiday!
So I am left with a nice warm glow, and a smug feeling that Kate and William managed to outrun the press and put the news out in the way they wanted!
To the new family my heartiest congratulations!
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