Oh God, Prince Harry. This week Prince Harry went to see his father the King, because after hearing of King Charles's enlarged prostate diagnosis, we discovered that Charles has cancer, which thankfully, has we here been caught early.
And his treatment, unlike many on the NHS waiting lists, has already begun.
Although I don't begrudge him for what some have called jumping the queue, he's the King.
Harry, unlike his wife Meghan, who as far as we know is still yet to even speak to her dad after his stroke, on learning of his father's diagnosis, Harry hot-footed it back to the UK to see him for all of a reported 45 minutes. Wow. Cold.
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Harry didn't see William, who is busy caring for his wife Catherine, either. Now I'd like to think that there's a thawing of the ice, but sadly, remember Spare.
This is the dude who complained that he got the smallest half of the room whilst living in a castle.
A castle? I couldn't only dream of sleeping even one night in a castle.
He's thrown his own flesh and blood under the bus more times than I can count. Not even the Kardashians would sell their family down the river.
That's why the Americans love them and are falling out of love with their Montecito friends.
Yesterday Harry settled his claim with the Mirror Group for an undisclosed amount.
I'm hoping that this had something to do with this encounter with his dad, but I'm not holding my breath.
Look, life's too short to hold a grudge. Move on, Harry.
