I hate to introduce a sad note, but it's 13 years since our Real Princess Diana died. I was in a nursery buying plants on a Sunday when the girl behind the counter told me. She let me use her office phone to call my friend J who confirmed it. I was so sad and so shocked. We all felt we'd grown up with her. All the tv stations ran the story and everyone was talking about it. I was in disbelief but when I saw the flag draped coffin being carried across the tarmac I knew it was real.
My mum bought us every magazine she appeared in during the 80s. I loved looking at her clothes and jewels. It's hard to explain to young whippersnappers the force of her glamour and the obsessive interest that the world had in her. I went to work on the Monday and couldn't take it so went home early. It sounds crazy but her death really affected a lot of people.
She was so beautiful, so glamorous, so human and so flawed. I always wonder what she'd be doing now had she lived, what she's look like, what she'd be wearing, and who'd she be married to. She was in her late 30s when she died and at her most lovely I think.I miss her.