As the train wheezed and huffed to a standstill the door to the Royal carriage opened and out stepped HRH sporting a genuine fox fur hat, with the poor creature's tail hanging forlornly down his back.
The Mayor of Worcester and the Lord Lieutenant of the County stepped forward and the Lord Lieutenant whispered in Charlie's ear, "My God, your Highness, it's one of the hottest days of the year, and - I mean, I know your views about hunting - but it's hardly politically correct, wearing a fox fur hat, now is it?"
"What?" exclaimed Charles, "oh, this old thing," he indicated his hat, "Mummy's idea!"
"Mummy's idea?" said the Lord Lieutenant incredulously, "you mean Her Majesty the Queen's idea?"
"Oh yes," replied Charles, "you see, at breakfast she asked me what I was doing today, and I told her that I was coming to Worcester and she said 'Worcester?
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