During the big day they became increasingly tighter and tighter as the day went on.
That night, when the festivities were finally over, and they retired to their room, she flopped on the bed and said, “Charles, darling, please remove my shoes, my feet are killing me!”
Her ever-obedient Prince of Wales attacked her right shoe with vigor, but it would not budge.
“Harder!” yelled Camilla, “Harder”.
Charles yelled back. “I’m trying, darling! But it’s just so bloody tight!”
“Come on! Give it all you’ve got!” she cried.
Finally, when it released, Charles let out a big groan and Camilla exclaimed, “There! Oh, God, that feels so good!”
In their bedroom next door, the Queen said to Prince Phillip,”See! I told you with a face like that, she had to be a virgin!”
Meanwhile, as Charles tried to remove her left shoe, he cried, “Oh, God, darling! This one’s even tighter!”
At which Prince Phillip, (of solid Greek heritage), said to the Queen, “That’s my boy! He served in the Navy: once a Rear Admiral, always a Rear Admiral!”