Given what we know about the general, hard-eyed ruthless professionalism of the royals, I find it difficult to believe that the royal pregnancy was not exactly timed to be precisely as it was; a fine festive story followed, on the Anniversary of the jubilee, by the arrival of a new asset.
I remember thinking a while ago that the Middleton family was a sort of back to the roots exercise for the Royals: there was something about the clan, a bit over self-promoted and overspent, that harked back to the families of minor German principalities, a combination of eking out and display once designed to get the princess Huffen-Puffen-Altenbonkendorf a royal match, now the province of striving Home Counties clans. As princess Kate pukes manfully in hospital, the royals are thinking to themselves that these arriviste but sturdy folk make better Germans than the ruins of the native aristocracy – a good spot after the Diana fiasco.
I say this in a pro-royalty context. Just think if the royals had proved Lyndon LaRouche right and gone into organised crime instead.