I cannot understand the fuss about Prince Charles's frequent meetings with Ministers. Or about the secondment of members of his staff to Departments of State.
Or about the practice, alleged (if that is the word) by Lord Rogers in the latest edition of the New Yorker, that London developers now check with Clarence House before making any major commitment.
The Prime Minister is summoned to the bar of a public house in order to pay court to our pre-eminent intellectual, who is a gameshow host, an occasional actor, and a long-lapsed comedian. Oh, to be Russian. Or any other kind of European. Less EU, please. But more Europe.
The Education Secretary and would be Prime Minister is still having regular, off-the-record meetings with Rupert Murdoch, to whom he owes his entire elevation. The Secretary of State for Health shares the Prince's enthusiasm for homoeopathy, but the Prince does not share the Secretary of State's power over the matter.
That a Royal staffer has been attached to the badger-culling DEFRA cannot be said to matter when the Prince himself supports the badger cull, even if his newspaper critics do not. It is not as if they have been seconded to DEFRA. That really would be a story.
And there does need to be someone in our national life, some Sage of the Age or what have you, who is informally but unmistakably empowered to put the kibosh on daft development proposals. That may as well be Prince Charles as anyone else. I am not aware of any other applicant for the position.