I remember the wedding and everyone fawning over how beautiful she was. Also the television coverage of the wedding was much more than it had been for anything before. It was huge, there were parties and school and everyone watched it.
But, everyone could see that it was a bad match. It was clear right from the engagement announcement that it wasn’t going to work. She was young and beautiful, she changed the direction of the royal family by being so much more hands on. It’s hard to understand now the impact of her actually touching someone with AIDS. She was seen as a saint and Charles was painted as the baddy.
This was until she started her relationship with Dodi. People were shocked by that, quite possibly for racist reasons. It was like watching a soap opera.
And then suddenly it ended. I remember clearly getting up and going into the kitchen, turning on the radio to hear ‘Prince Charles will accompany the body’ and assuming the Queen had died.
What you also need to remember is that rolling news was a new thing, but social media didn’t really exist. I popped to the corner shop and the woman just said ‘shocking isn’t it, I can’t believe it’. No preamble, no extra conversation, it was unsaid.
About 1pm some friends turned up on the doorstep to talk about how annoyed they were with it all and the coverage and did we want to go for a drink. It was all anyone was talking about in the pub too.
It was all there was on the news and in the news papers for days. And it whipped everyone especially, it has to be said, women of a certain age. The flowers left at every town hall were like nothing I’d ever seen before.
She had been loved, then reviled, but then loved again.