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Prince George

One weekend, Lord Mountbatten was crammed sideways in the back of an open-top sports car being driven rapidly across his Broadlands estate by his nephew Prince Philip, with the Queen sitting in the front beside him. Every time they squealed round a corner, Mountbatten told friends, Elizabeth would show her alarm with an increasingly loud intake of breath. Suddenly, Philip slammed on the brakes. ‘If you make that bloody noise one more time,’ he said, ‘you’ll have to get out and walk.’ The rest of the drive proceeded in silence, and when they reached their destination, Philip got out of the car and stalked off. ‘My dear,’ protested Lord Mountbatten, as he struggled out of his cramped seat in the back. ‘You’re the Queen! Why do you let him treat you like that?’ ‘It’s quite simple,’ replied Elizabeth, smiling happily. ‘I didn’t want to walk!’