New Flash: HRH has accident.

The Royal Leg encased.

The Media room in the Hopsital
(do people really live with jus this..?)

The view from the royal bed....
not nice,
but the elderly ladies can't shut the door due to their walkers,
and HRH cannot get up to shut it.

During the abscense of her maid (who we are unable to name for legal reasons) HRH was left alone to struggle with the process of dressing. When one is unfamiliar with a task it becomes so much more difficult.

Dressed elegantly to go to 'din dins' with The King Consort, the penultimate task of putting on socks proved her undoing, so to speak, and the royal kneecap popped.

The end result of vast and energetic consultations by the royal physicians found HRH dispatched poste haste to a Hopsital.

HRH was 'not amused' to find herself surrounded by septa/octagenerians, and a peasant she recently sent a telegram to regarding her (the peasant's) 100th Birthday. (oh the tasks and burdens of royalty are as vast as they are demanding)