The prince and I are not friends, though he seems a nice enough guy and I respect him and I value the role he plays.
However my uncle, my father's big brother, knew him better and fed him snacks.
As a boy the prince would slip into the palace kitchen between meals. Sometimes he would persuade his big sister too. And my uncle would sit them down and find a snack for him and perhaps for his sister and he would make them laugh.
I know this because of the prince's note.
The prince sent a note to my aunt and it was read at the family gathering following my uncle's funeral.
A cheeky boy from Catford, a kitchen worker, and later the royal chef, laughing and showing kindness to the young prince and to the future princess royal; now remembered and valued by family and also by royalty.