Don’t waste time worrying about the poor Princesses of York

DO YOU lie awake at night worrying about poor Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie, especially the financial provision made for their future?

Me neither. When Granny has got about £300 million in the bank, life takes on a different fiscal complexion. A much rosier one! You can squawk all you like about being independent career women — and they do — but none of it matters.

You will never have to search down the back of the sofa for pound coins or worry about interest rate rises. You’ve got royal blood, you’ve got connections, you’ve got Fergie as your mother.

For you, money is something that is spirited out of thin air, like fairy dust or promises or lovely cash gifts from the Bin Laden family.

After years of pleading poverty, Fergie has somehow found enough sixpences to buy a £6.75 million property in Mayfair.

How on earth can she afford that? I know it’s Jackanory time, but surely it can’t be from reading children’s stories on her YouTube channel? But listen! The house is not for Fergie — she says it is an ‘investment for the girls’.

One can see why the Yorks are desperate to leave their daughters something, apart from a legacy of embarrassment and cringe, but still.