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Apologies if readers are sick and tired already of people reminiscing about their brush with the Royals.
This blanket coverage of the Queen's demise naturally causes such memories to resurface, some interesting and some not.
I haven't read a lot about the visit of today's King Charles III to Darwin back in April, 2018.
The Commonwealth Games-inspired visit to the Top End wasn't that noteworthy, and personally, I wasn't that sure about covering the event at the time because it really meant so little.
Still, journalists are curious creatures, I thought it was an opportunity to check out our future King, the Queen being already advanced in years at the time.
I remember the then Prince looked weirdly cool in his grey suit while we the thin-blooded and lightly-dressed locals were almost melting in the Darwin sun.
More than 500 of them came out to greet their future King.
A hat-less Prince laid a wreath at the Cenotaph which overlooks the harbour which saw a greater aerial attack than Pearl Harbour back in World War II.
The little flags were missing but the enthusiasm was genuine as those who did brave the tropical sun had a rare chance to be pretty close to the then "first in line".
Still, Prince Charles seemed happy enough with his NT farewell with lots of hand shaking.
I was only a few metres from the Prince.
Darwin does not do crushes, ever.
And it had been some time since this writer had made acquaintances with the Royals, we were due a catch-up.
It was also stinking hot last time I caught up with Prince Charles' now departed mum, Queen Elizabeth.
I wasn't impressed with the Monarch back them but that's before I watched "The Crown" series on TV.
Plus it was 1970, on the dusty Swan Hill Racecourse in Victoria, and I was only nine.
My family still has a blurred photo of the Queen in half profile at great distance among its family treasures.
Among the hundreds of schools patiently lined up in the bright sunshine that April day in 1970, was the Cokum Reserve Primary School, of which I was among the 16 students.
We only had handmade Australian flags to wave that day, not the Chinese copies we enjoy today or not at all in the case of Darwin.
Unfortunately our allocated place on the racecourse was just outside what palace officials had decreed to be a safe walking distance to the racecourse grandstand.
The royal wave was carefully tucked away as the Queen and Prince Philip made ready to alight their limousine, so we even missed that.
A few metres away the Queen stepped down onto the dust as she made her famous way along the crowd, gathering flowers and pleasantries.
Cokum did but see her passing by.
Our parents were much more impressed than we were.
They would often remind us it's a long way across the ocean from Buckingham Palace to Swan Hill.
"He's smaller than I thought he'd be," one Darwin fan said in a much too loud voice back in 2018.
"How's he not sweating?" her friend asked.
We wondered whether he had donned a Royal ice-vest to counter perspiration?
The Royals are much too well refined for such common afflictions, obviously.
But grief for a lost loved one is a burden which unites us all.
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