It’s the end of the day. No one is leaving the house. No one…except Prince Harry, to continue hustling for the Invictus Games — he really is working his royal bum off — which this time involves loads of pointing, what looks like choreography, better pants, glorious British monuments, and nuzzling a dog. NOTHING is as emotionally manipulative (of me, personally) as the time he held a baby and made William hold its hand, but we’re getting there and the way this is going, I assume the end of the month will bring us a photo opp where he somehow is found shirtless, washing a car (a carriage?), while George plays with a kitten and Kate is wearing a fabulous pair of striped shoes and holding a shirt that says, “I AM PREGNANT, YOU GUYS!” I approve. It’s all for a good cause, after all.