All that seniority, and none of the work.
All that "you should call me marm". (Do you know who my husband is? )
And all the ironing he doesn't want you to do, "in case you put tram lines in his combats"........ oh the horror!
Ok, no career of your own, and pride is a sin, and you have no money to buy the kids an ice lolly, but hey....... it's serving Queen and Country, inadvertently. And for those of us who failed RCB, it's the only way to stay in touch.
Edit - for reason: I don't ACTUALLY want you to tell me who my husband is. I have a fair idea. Thanks.
Best job in the British Army (as in any job) has to be the bosses -
If you have ever heard these phrases take one pace forward
"Your Majesty! Carry that SF tripod over Wales"
"Your Majesty! You fckin nugget, where's your MODACs?"
"Your Majesty! Xmas is cancelled, you're on stag"
"Your Majesty! See that grass, see this paint..."
On the plus side Travel is good, fair enough wage
And on the negative, responsibilities huge being Head of the Commonwealth and Defender of the Faith and the potential for career progression is a little limited. Where do you go when you hold every rank and just about every gong on offer?
Re-establishment of the empire or at the very least expansion of the commonwealth might be where I'd start. For example, Iraq, they're crying out for a leader and it's not as if HRH needs the oil money right?? Not like the dirty Belgian Euro-trash and the Congo....