THE Duchess of Cambridge celebrates her 40th birthday on Sunday, and our grateful nation is wondering if now is the time to replace her.
It once seemed that Kate would never age. That she would remain perpetually gamine, coltish and possessed of the tinkling giggle of a schoolgirl.
But, with that day hard upon us, we must face reality. Her perpetual prettiness in a Joseph dress will fade. She will inevitably travel the sad path from Foy to Colman to Staunton, as has our own beloved Queen.
Kate has served her country well. But time and tide can be stopped by no man, nor even royalty.
This country is blessed with a surfeit of young, pretty poshish girls. The Prince can pick any one. Why not go for the top and switch out Kate for the bewitching Emma Watson?
Similiar in looks but better in every way, Watson is beloved on social media and genuinely A-list. She could produce more heirs while charming presidents and genocidal despots alike.
Or if not Watson, then Florence Pugh or Felicity Jones or Lily Collins. So many potential princesses to announce the arrival of Brexit Britain to the global stage.
Most importantly of all, think of how this would hurt Meghan. No longer the glamour girl of the Windsors, but a wrinkled hag.
No longer the top Royal in Hollywood but a second-string washed-up bitter old actress not unlike Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard. Harry would divorce her tomorrow.
We will celebrate Kate’s birthday with her on Sunday, then she will be escorted to the Balmoral reserve for surplus Royals. Then let’s get Watson in.