One way to measure the popularity of the royal family is by the frequency with which its second most grotesque member, Sarah Ferguson, makes a bid for attention. She surfaced, in saviour mode, during lockdown; now she finds the forgiving, post-funeral mood perfect for re-entry with a new fiction product and some very special memories of the Queen: “My mother and my wonderful best friend.”
Fergie’s inheritance, with Andrew, of the sacred corgis probably afforded further protection against the sort of pre-funeral interrogation that might otherwise have featured anything from Jeffrey Epstein to that old royal plan, the one going back years, to strip royal dependents like her of their privileges. In Fergie’s case, along with the status she currently leverages for Mills & Boon commissions, the occupancy of a royal mansion in Windsor.
