The truth wool out, Harry

GOODNESS, is it really a decade since Prince William married Kate Middleton? Congratulations to them both. Ten years and three children later, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge seem to have made a great success of their marriage and their family life.

Many of us are particularly glad, for we remember not only the romance of the day but the knitting fever that gripped so many of us.

In the lead-up to the wedding, more than 50,000 copies of a pattern book called How To Knit The Royal Family (by Fiona Goble) were sold. And like many Daily Mail readers, I knitted the lot. We became obsessed, we wrote to each other, we complained about the difficulties of the Queen’s ankles! Then we screamed when William appeared on his wedding day wearing his Colonel of the Irish Guards uniform — because we had all knitted him, as instructed, in his Royal Air Force outfit.

Such is a knitter’s life. I don’t expect you to sympathise. But, now, when I look at my old royal knits (above), I am struck by my clairvoyant skills.

Look at my Prince Charles, a sad owl with much to worry about. There is Prince William with a prescient lack of hair. And I knitted Prince Harry with a big lollipop head and a vacant expression that suggested he was three stitches short of a full row.

How could I possibly have known?