When I take my seat in front of Polly Bennett, I ask her how she knows I’m not a royal. I’m not talking about the obvious — my appearance, clothes, the way I speak — but just in the way I move. Firstly, I’m sitting with my arms leant on the edge of a chair, which is apparently a no-no. I’m too open, too exposed. “If you’re a royal, you're always being read. There's no invisibility. So it would be about giving as little away as possible,” Bennett says.
Next, my legs are crossed at the knee, but they should be brought together at the ankle, a position favoured by Princess Diana, or crossed gently at the ankle, like the Queen. Finally, I’m fiddling with my nails, which besides being chrome and acrylic (not very Windsor), signifies discomfort.
