You have to wonder when Harry decided. When did he think, enough, I want to go home? Was it when he had tea with his dad a few weeks ago? Was it when he came over for Invictus, where he excelled at what he does best? We know he’s looked at his kids and wished they could grow up knowing the country of his birth, because he’s told us. Or maybe he just woke up one day to more blue skies in Montecito and thought wistfully of rain pouring down windows.
Whenever it was, the news that the worldwide privacy tour is embarking on a UK residency is, how shall we put it? Unexpected. He apparently never mentioned to his father and stepmother that he’d soon be living up the road, or at least in the same country, when he saw them last month. Then again, in Spare he wrote that Camilla “sacrificed me on her personal PR altar.” Perhaps he didn’t want her to choke on her scone.
