I think so. Sitting with DH & my dogs in our bedroom, watching the 6pm news. Holding on for 10 mins, then another 10 mins, and another before cooking our dinner. Almost missing it at 6:30pm but being persuaded by DH to give it 10 more minutes (it was veggie haggis with neeps & tatties, we never did get round to cooking it that night & had it the next day).
That feeling of being punched in the gut when the BBC panned to the royal standard at half mast, before it quickly changed to Huw announcing her death. I think my husband just said, “We woke up with a Queen, we’re going to bed with a King.”
Called my anti Royalist sister, who was properly sobbing (!), wailing, “She was the Nation’s granny!”.
The same with Diana (early morning on the sofa, feeding my baby daughter). 9/11 (had just picked my daughter up from school at lunchtime - the half day introduction to reception), wondering what world my kids would be inheriting , and my DS with my DH at BBC Elstree filming, so BBC rolling news was everywhere.
I was chaperoning my DS the next day; cast & crew gathered in the reception to watch Bush’s address to the world.
The first scene that morning was my son being dead with his screen mum seeing his body; it was surreal, so many of us were awaiting news from friends & relatives in NYC as information was slowly trickling out (just before we all had phones in our pockets as standard in 2001). Cast & crew in tears shooting this dead child scene. Such sadness just overflowing on what would be a routine scene (these things are just normal, I can’t remember how many times I’ve seen him made up to be ‘dead’ lol, no emotion, just bing, bang, boom, shot done, onto the next). I never get sad when he was doing emotive stuff, it’s just acting after all, but even I had big, hot tears. I think it was the powerlessness of it all, worried about our friends & family & what could happen next spilling out.
Let’s be honest, those of us who had followed the news the day the Queen died knew it was all going south when the BSL guy was dressed in black, swiftly followed by the news team donning their black ties. And Witchell’s royal rambling to fill the airtime. When programming was suspended it was an ‘uh oh’ moment. But even as the news was gently nudging us to the Queen’s death, all afternoon, it didn’t stop the announcement being a shock.