I have never before, (I don’t think,) seen a chick take to her new-found fame, quite as enthusiastically, as The Royal Sister-in-Law and First Lady of the Butt, Pippa Middleton.
She is rarely papped without an enormous cat-that-got-the-cream grin on her face.
Why wouldn’t she be smiling?
Here sister has to do all the hard work, viz, stew on chilly Angelsea in many sweaters and scarfs, with nothing more exciting to do than watch her new husband’s hair fall out …while our Pippa goes to the French open in a tee-shirt. *
* I know I’m being mean-spirited and bitchy, Sorry! But the children’s nits are back. I’m, feeling evil.