Prince Charles and his wife, Camilla Parker Bowles, took part in a traditional Christmas bag-packing yesterday at a London housing estate. The two hot potatoes spent “a few minutes” (they can’t stay longer, because they have royal things to do, you know) packing Christmas hampers at an estate “where waste ground has been converted in vegetable patches”. That’s like going to Chernobyl and digging through the contaminated dirt to find a carrot the size of a house, and then placing said massive carrot into a plastic bag.
Unfortunately for Prince Charles, he tried his damndest to tie a neat ribbon around the packages, but failed so miserably that his package looked like a dead Teletubby. He said to his wife, “Have you really done all these, darling? I am really hopeless at this.” Camilla replied in her husky voice, “Leave it to the expert.” (Oh, if only people knew how many things you are an expert at, Camilla!)
In the image snapped of the two packing the bags, Camilla and Charles looked like two regular elderly people doing a good deed. For the first time in a long time, neither of them looked like royal fiends on a trip to a fancy dress party with England’s elite. She wore a grey button-up jacket, while Charles was, as usual, coated in navy blue from head to toe. Their expressionless faces wore the frustration of the annual “Christmas gift wrap-a-thon”, while excited onlookers stared at the royal couple and pretended to be okay with Charles being as useless as a North Korean at a voting booth.
Hey, at least the two bathed in the spirit of Christmas and allowed their altruism to shine through the tough, leathery exteriors of their aristocratic inheritance. Now if only the Queen could be snapped doing a normal, good deed for once, all will be well in the land of anarchy.
