Spare a thought for Charles. The Prince of Wales and heir apparent to the British throne was busy this week with such tasks as attending a sale of Herdwick sheep in Cumbria, but like any father he'll have been keeping tabs on the adventures of his first-born, his daughter-in-law and his grandson in the farthest outpost of the Commonwealth.
He'll be thrilled, no doubt about that, by the rapturous coverage in both New Zealand and British media (the occasional unkind remark about Wellington's fabulous weather aside, Fleet St's kooky royal corps seem to have been having a lovely time). Still, who could reasonably blame the man if his enchantment were tempered by a moment of self-reflection?
The broad consensus, we're told, is that the status of the monarchy in New Zealand is safe, that the prospect of a republic has been kicked into the long and distant grass. That's chiefly attributable to two things: the longevity and gravitas of Queen Elizabeth II and, especially, the breath of fresh, amiable and safely glamorous air provided by William and Kate, with added sparkle from a sweet royal sprog.
When the NZ prime minister says enthusiasm for a republic feels dramatically diminished today compared with a decade ago, the inescapable inference is that, back then, the monarchy appeared carved in Charles' image. When John Key says, "I think that speaks volumes about the way that William and Kate, as young royals, have modernised the royal family and their place as the head of state," it also says something about the way people see William's dad.
Where Charles is tied up in people's minds with romantic ickiness, personal awkwardness and political interference, William and co are all but unblemished.