Prince William and his fiance, Kate, have announced that they won’t be hir­ing any ser­vants after they’re mar­ried in April.
No maids, no but­ler, no chauf­feur.

“That’s right,” says the Prince. “Just plain folks, that’s us.
“And call me Bill.”

So Prince Wi…
“Bill.”
Uh, Bill, right now, your home in Wales is too small, anyway.

“So we’re used to liv­ing by our­selves already.”

But what hap­pens if the Queen gives you a big­ger place? Even a bungalow?

“A bun­ga­low,” chimes in Kate. “What’s a bungalow?”

“Small­ish home,” the Prince tells her. “You might have seen one,”

You won’t mind the dusting?

“Dust­ing?”

The vac­u­um­ing?

Vac­u­um­ing?”

At least once a week.

“Weekly?”

And, if you have kids, Bill doesn’t mind pick­ing up dis­pos­able diapers?

“Not at all. Just ring up Harrod’s.”

I was think­ing that you might have to hop in the SUV and get them yourself.

“SUV. You mean one of those box-like thingies?”

Well, they don’t look any­thing like a Rolls or Bentley.

“And you say I’d have to drive myself.”

No chauf­feur.

“Right. Just plain folks. Well, I think I can do that.”

Mow the lawn.

“I can do that, too.”

Take out the garbage.

“Just plain folks.

”
Do the laundry.

“Laun­dry?”

Kate looks distressed.

Pre­pare the meals.

“That too?”

Kate is flus­tered now.

“Maybe we can have one servant.”

“A chauf­feur,” says Bill.

“Two, then,” notes Kate.

“And a gardener.”

“And some­one to do the dust­ing and vacuuming.”

“We’ll also need a nanny.”

“Find some­place big­ger than a bun­ga­low, what­ever that is.”

“But we’ll be just plain folks, rest assured.”