Prince Harry Spare: The squabbles over parking spots in palace flat 

One of the most amazing aspects of Spare isn’t Harry’s bickering with his brother or gurgling about his frozen appendage, but how he turns the most mundane irritations into slights he’s harbored for decades.

From rows over parking spaces to how he didn’t have enough light in his apartment, nothing is too petty for material in his lucrative tome.

One such section concerns their living arrangements when the prince first moved into Kensington Palace.

Charles and Camilla “assigned” Harry an apartment “in the semi-basement of the palace”. ‘In other words, half buried,’ he complains.

It had three tall windows, he says, “but they let in little light, so the difference between sunrise, sunset, and noon…was symbolic, to say the least.” This was made even worse by a neighbour: Mr R. Sources speculate that he could be Charles Richards, an adviser to the Queen at the time.

Apparently Mr R was “very fond” of parking his gigantic gray Land Rover Discovery in front of the windows and “blocking out all the light”.

In startling detail, Harry recalls writing to Mr R asking him “politely to move the position of your car a few inches”. And he adds: ‘he counterattacked me with a response in which he sent me to fry asparagus’. This is a phrase used in Spain to tell someone to leave, and it may be worded differently in the English version of the book.

Harry goes on to laboriously accuse Mr. R of asking his grandmother to tell him to stop complaining.

The queen never spoke to him, he says, but the incident added to the pyre of perceived slights from Harry.

One of the most amazing aspects of Spare isn’t Harry’s bickering with his brother or gurgling about his frostbite-bitten appendage, but how he turns the most mundane irritations into slights he’s harbored for decades.

He later decided not to fight any further, writing that “the gloom of the apartment at noon matched my mood” and was a place that “demonstrated my true place in the ranks”.

But the prince then tells how a friend told him that it reminded him of a badger’s outfit.

They were having a drink when suddenly a sheet appeared outside their window from above.

Someone started to shake it and a ‘cascade’ of what appeared to be glitter or confetti began to fall down.

Harry said it was actually Mrs R’s hair: she cut it at home and collected the debris in a sheet and then tossed it out the window.

As Harry had his open, the hair flew back into his apartment, forcing the prince and his friend to cough it off their tongues.

Harry spent days mentally writing a letter to Mrs. R, but decided that he was being unfair because she had no idea that “he was filling the house with her hair”.

But Harry later concluded that he was also angry that she was “guilty of an even more inexcusable traffic offense than her husband’s”: she parked her car in a spot once used by her late mother.