Entry 390
Cultural event
10/9
10th September, Y99
Work in this family does not understand the concept of weekends. This morning I had breakfast at Buckingham Palace. It was a working breakfast. There's not such thing as being at Buckingham and not working, I think.
I was there to meet my new Private Secretary, Callum Griffiths. Papa told me that his selection had caused a bit of a row in the the bowels of BP. Apparently me having a Welsh Private Secretary is an absolute travesty. But as Rory pointed out, a Welsh Private Secretary for the Prince of Wales isn't a terrible idea. It definitely has good optics in Wales.
Obviously I don't really know Callum yet. He's young, which is surprising. He was one of Mummy's assistant Private Secretaries which is probably how he got recommended. There is still much to learn about him and for him to learn about Rory and I. I think though that, like Drummond he'll be on our side.
I walked from St. James to BP this morning and I walked back. On my walk, Milton called. At first seeing his name on my mobile made me surprisingly angry. Something flipped like some kind of switch. I suddenly missed him.
He said he was sorry to hear about Grandpapa. But also was glad Papa is now King. I'm not sure I am. It's not just a single step. One awful step. He promised me he'd be at the Investiture even if we can't see each other. We weren't on the phone long.
After, Anne and I went to the Aquatic Center. Rory had lunch with Papa. I really am so glad that they get along.
