Andrew was thinking of changing jobs. Business was all very well, but he had always harboured the secret wish to become an international Super Spy.
Now that he had fewer royal duties, and his face was not so well known, he could try... never too latae, he thought.
His daughter Beatrice had stayed home from school and was making something from clay. She was not sure what, but it looked - well, lumpy.
Eugenie, on the other hand, had gone to school and fallen asleep in class.