This month has taken an unexpectedly strange turn, with both King Charles and Kate, the Princess of Wales, admitted to the same London hospital. The royal family now faces its most significant health crisis since the infamous spoiled lobster thermidor incident.
But the strangeness doesn’t end there: why haven’t Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis visited their mother?
It’s been 12 days since the princess underwent abdominal surgery at the London Clinic, marking nearly two weeks since her three young children have seen her. Prince William, after announcing he would focus on parenting during this time, has been seen leaving the hospital in his $268,000 electric Audi, and reports confirm he’s been visiting Kate daily.
Yet, the absence of the children raises questions. Similarly, Kate’s parents, Carole and Michael Middleton, and her siblings, Pippa and James Middleton, have not been publicly noted visiting her either. James, who has openly discussed his struggles with depression, has spoken about Kate’s unwavering support during his therapy sessions.
The lack of visits isn’t about avoiding the media. According to royal editor Rebecca English from the Daily Mail, an agreement ensures no photographers, camera crews, or journalists are stationed outside the hospital, offering Kate and her fellow patients complete privacy.
This means Prince William or the Middletons could bring George, Charlotte, and Louis to visit their mother without facing public scrutiny.
One explanation comes from The Sun, which reported that William and Kate want to maintain a sense of normalcy for their children. This reasoning seems reasonable during the school week, but what about weekends?
Instead of visiting Kate, the children reportedly spent their weekend at their grandparents’ $7 million Bucklebury estate, enjoying time with Carole and Michael Middleton. While a loving grandparent’s care is undoubtedly comforting, is it really a substitute for a mother’s hug?
Adelaide Cottage, the family’s home, is only a 45-minute drive from the hospital. Logistically, a visit would not pose significant challenges.
This situation becomes even more puzzling when viewed against the broader image of the Waleses as hands-on, devoted parents. William and Kate are known for prioritizing family time, even structuring their schedules around their children’s school holidays.
A royal aide recently told The Sunday Times that their new motto is “100 per cent family first, day job second.” But does that align with their children not visiting their mother during her recovery?
Yes, hospitals can be intimidating, especially for young children. But seeing their mother in person, offering hugs, and witnessing her recovery firsthand could provide far more reassurance than absence.
The argument that royals rarely visit each other in hospital doesn’t hold much weight here. These conventions are shifting, as shown by King Charles making a direct visit to Kate’s hospital room upon his arrival and Queen Camilla visiting her husband three times within 24 hours.
At a time when stability and togetherness are most needed within the royal family, things feel far from normal. Perhaps it’s time to reconsider these traditions and prioritize connection over protocol. In the meantime, some sage, crystals, and maybe even a royal shaman might not go amiss to dispel whatever strange energy seems to be lingering over Buckingham Palace.
My Sister’s Boyfriend Was Mocking the Family Cookout I Hosted — He Received a Reality Check Soon
When my sister Amanda brought her new boyfriend Jeff to our family cookout, we expected a laid-back afternoon of burgers and laughter. Instead, Jeff’s arrogant critique of our setup led to an unforgettable showdown at the grill, revealing more about him than any of us anticipated.
My sister Amanda brought her new boyfriend, Jeff, to our family cookout yesterday. It was a casual get-together with about thirty people. Everyone contributed something for the sides.
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Amanda only brought a single bag of store-brand potato chips. Jeff, on the other hand, made himself at home by grabbing a beer right away before even saying hello to anyone.
We were having hamburgers and hot dogs, just relaxing with the family. Nothing fancy, just the way we liked it. The first plate of hot dogs was done, and we were waiting on the burgers when Jeff asked, “Is this it?”
Jeff | Source: Midjourney
My wife, Sarah, smiled and said, “The hamburgers will be ready soon.”
Jeff didn’t seem to care. “At my family’s barbecues, we have BBQ chicken, steak, shrimp, and many other options.” His voice had a hint of pride, and he looked around as if he was appraising our efforts.
Diverse barbecue platter | Source: Pexels
I could feel my blood boiling, but I kept my cool for Amanda’s sake. Jeff kept talking, his condescending comments filling the air. “You know, you guys should come to my place next time. I can show you how a real barbecue is done.”
Sarah glanced at me, her eyes asking for patience. Amanda was busy chatting with our cousins, oblivious to Jeff’s attitude.
Oblivious Amanda | Source: Midjourney
“Everyone has their own way of doing things,” Sarah said, trying to be diplomatic.
Jeff just shrugged. “Sure, but there’s always room for improvement, right?”
I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath. “Jeff, why don’t you sit down and enjoy what we have? It’s all about being together with family.”
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He nodded but didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead, he kept sipping his beer and critiquing everything. “The setup is a bit basic, don’t you think? At my family’s cookouts, we have a whole setup with tents and a proper grill.”
“Yeah, well, we like to keep things simple,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s about the company, not the presentation.”
Serious woman in her backyard | Source: Pexels
Jeff looked like he was about to say something else, but Sarah cut in. “Amanda, why don’t you tell us more about your new job?”
Amanda turned, her face lighting up. “Oh, it’s been great! I’m really enjoying the new responsibilities.”
Jeff didn’t let the conversation shift for long. “You know, Amanda, we should host the next cookout. Show everyone how we do it.”
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Amanda smiled awkwardly. “Maybe, Jeff. But let’s just enjoy today, okay?”
I couldn’t believe this guy. He hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself properly, and here he was, acting like he was better than us. I caught Sarah’s eye again. She gave me a small nod, silently telling me to stay calm.
My brother, Mark, walked over, holding a plate of burgers. “Burgers are ready!” he announced.
Sliced burger | Source: Pexels
“Finally,” Jeff said under his breath.
I shot him a look, but he didn’t seem to notice. Everyone started grabbing plates and loading up on food. I made sure to get a burger and sat down next to Sarah.
“Just let it go,” she whispered. “He’s new.”
“I know,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low. “But he’s really pushing it.”
The host watches Jeff | Source: Midjourney
By this point, everyone was noticeably uncomfortable, and my wife was giving me the “please do something” look. I finally had enough when Jeff said, “Man, you guys really need to step up your game. This is kind of embarrassing.”
Without missing a beat, I turned to him and said, “You know what, Jeff? If this is so embarrassing, let’s go to the store right now, and you can show us how it’s done. We’ll buy everything you mentioned, and you can cook it yourself.”
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Jeff looked a bit taken aback but didn’t back down. “Fine, let’s do it,” he said confidently.
I grabbed my keys, and Jeff and I headed to the store. We bought BBQ chicken, steaks, shrimp, and all the fancy sides Jeff had bragged about. When we returned, I handed him an apron and said, “Alright, Jeff, the grill’s all yours.”
Jeff burns the food on the grill | Source: Midjourney
Jeff started fumbling with the grill, clearly out of his element. It became quickly apparent that he had no idea what he was doing. He overcooked the steaks, turning them into tough, leathery messes. The shrimp were rubbery and over-seasoned. The BBQ chicken was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside.
As we all stood there, trying not to laugh, I raised my glass and said, “To Jeff, for showing us how it’s done.” The whole family burst into laughter, and even Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle.
Burnt food | Source: Pexels
Jeff turned beet red and muttered something about the grill being faulty, but the damage was done. His bravado was shattered, and he spent the rest of the evening sulking in a corner.
The next day, Amanda called me, apologizing for Jeff’s behavior. She admitted she hadn’t realized how arrogant and clueless he was until that cookout. A few weeks later, she broke up with him, realizing she deserved someone who respected her family and wasn’t all talk.
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“Hey, remember Jeff?” Mark said at our latest cookout, flipping a burger with a grin.
“Oh, how could we forget?” Sarah replied, shaking her head with a laugh.
“I still can’t believe he thought he could show us up,” Amanda added, smiling but with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
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“That was something,” I said, raising my beer. “To Jeff, the BBQ master.”
Everyone laughed, clinking their glasses together.
“You know,” Amanda continued, “I learned a lot from that day. It’s not just about what people say they can do, but what they actually do. Actions speak louder than words.”
Family barbecue | Source: Midjourney
“Absolutely,” Sarah agreed. “And you deserve someone who can really follow through on things.”
“I do,” Amanda nodded. “And I’ve found someone who does just that. Maybe I’ll bring him to the next cookout.”
“That’s great to hear,” I said, genuinely happy for her.
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We all continued to reminisce, sharing stories and laughing. The memory of Jeff had become a funny, albeit embarrassing, chapter in our family’s history. It served as a reminder that no matter how fancy someone tries to make things, it’s the genuine effort and love put into something that truly matters.
“Who knew that one disastrous cookout would teach us so much?” Mark mused, taking a sip of his drink.
The host toasts to his family | Source: Midjourney
“Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons,” I said. “And sometimes, the best lessons come from the most unexpected places.”
“To family,” Sarah said, raising her glass.
Family cookout | Source: Pexels
“To family,” everyone echoed, smiling and enjoying the moment.
And so, even years later, the story of Jeff’s BBQ fiasco lived on, a legend within our family. It was a tale we would tell for years to come, always ending with laughter and a sense of togetherness.
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