So, was he “rushed”? The press loved that word. “Rushed” sounds frantic. “Rushed” implies sirens and drama. “Rushed” gets clicks.
It turned out to be more of a brisk, scheduled walk with a driver. A “planned” visit that became a “short stay.” Semantics, people.
He’s back. He’s working. He’s probably muttering about the cost of heating Balmoral. The point is, the line of succession is safe, and the corgis are still getting their gourmet biscuits.
Take a deep breath. Put your phone down. Unless more news breaks. Then, pick it back up immediately. Because honestly, the royal drama is the best soap opera that doesn’t require a subscription. Cheers to the King’s health, and to our collective, slightly frantic, very nosy hearts.
