Friday, 8th July 2011 PM

Number of outfits worn: Five (including stetsons)

Number of Bucking Broncos ridden: Seven

Number of hours spent smiling: 21.2 (down from normal levels due to sad encounter, see below)

Risk level of lockjaw setting in: Severe - *Red Alert*

Heavens to crimbers, what a day! Firstly, I met with the brave little cancer suffered Diamond Marshall, aged six. If I wasn't such a dependable trooper, she would have nary reduced me to a puddle of tears; such bravery and spirit. 

Look, no tears. I'm such a trooper!

The occasion was totes ruined by a belligerent Easterly breeze though which left me doing a 'Lindsay Lohan' to the soldiers on more than one occasion in my primrose yellow, silk Jenny Packham summer dress *blushes*. It's a tremendously good job I have the legs of a racehorse or else I would be quite hysterical with shame. 

These tragic and sad occasions I witnessed this morningtide are part and parcel of life as a Duchess and I suppose my delicate heart will harden to such suffering over time. If only we had been pre-warned of the changeable weather, I would have worn my starchy linen dress instead and kept my Royal modesty in tact - *botheration*. Note to self: request daily weather/wardrobe pow-wow from hereon in

Good job I decided on underwear today.

Mummy always tells me to wear a slip. Mummy's always right, such a rock, not only to myself, Pipsy, Daddy and Jimbers, but to millions of other in Buckers and beyond. *Legend*

Earlier this evening, Big Willy said we were going to take a tour of Compton whilst in Los Angeles. I said I thought this sounded jolly nice, and asked if it was much like Old Compton St in London. He said no, it was the 'hood. Becoming increasingly perplexed by BW's new found lingo, I asked what the 'hood meant. Short for neighbourhood dear, he said, and the hood is always a bit 'rough'.

Oh dear, doesn't sound too much of a smashing time actually; the only neighbourhood I've been through is inner-city Reading and that was from the confines of Mummy's Audi A4 estate with the doors locked but I am a gung-ho girl, nothing fazes me, so I will do my duty and follow the lead. 

BW also told me not to wear any blue or red whilst we are cruising through said "'hood". I said this was a darn shame as I had just packed my scarlet satin and wool Catherine Walker coat! *what a to do*

Saturday, 2nd July 2011

Number of outfits worn: 10

Number of bouquets handed to me: 537

Number of love trees planted: One

Hours spent smiling/laughing: 23 and 1/4

Risk level of lockjaw setting in: Moderate

Cripers, another long day! I thought the pace of this tour may ease up a bit with it being the weekend but no rest for the wicked (tee hee!); I haven't worked this hard since, well, ever!!!

Feeling a little homesick today, missing Mummy and Daddy ever so. So wish I was at Wimbers with Pipsy & co; she's keeping me updated via WhatsApp, but it's not the same as actually being there, especially for the Finals!

Another marvellous day in the Territories; in Montreal today. I do feel like I am falling a little bit in love with the place; such charming people and not at all as I envisaged.

Totes wrong choice of dress for tree planting & my tights are far too shiny

It is so lovely to fall into bed finally; my legs were so tingly-wingly from tiredness I had to enlist Big Willy (BW) to give them a quick rub. Just ordered up a cheese and pickle sandwich from room service - these banquets may look sumptuous but between all the etiquette and ambassador chit-chat, I hardly get chance to put fork to mouth before the course is cleared. Totes ravenous by the end of the day!

Just managed to grab a quick five minute peek at the Mail Online, *my guilty secret* to check on the 'other' Royal Wedding this year in Monaco. Not a patch on mine, let's be fair. Sympathies to them on the awkward kiss, should have taken notes on ours - *so in love*!

Oh, Big Willy, you do look ever so handsome in your open-necked shirt *swoon*

I also see the Mail have done another comparison to my mother-in-law and I - *yawn* - shocker, we both wear red and white in Canada. What did they expect me to wear, stars and stripes?! Totes hilaaars.


Anyhoots, my eyes are closing so I will nigh be asleep. My jaw has just about ceased aching from all the smiling I did today so I may get a few hours of snoozles before daybreak. Quebec-kons tomorrow (see what I did there?!).

HRH Catherine