Mid 50s. South East. No DC.
First royal memory is the Duke of Windsor's body being returned to the UK, seeing it being brought off the plane. Or have I imagined that?
I remember Diana's death vividly as I was still awake when the first news of the accident came through and they were saying she was seriously injured at that point. I remember thinking, God, can you imagine how she'd be if she was disabled...
A friend rang me first thing to tell me she'd died and, as much as I wasn't much of a fan, I spontaneously burst into tears. I used to walk past Buck House every day en route to/from work and the atmosphere in those days and weeks was extraordinary.
I'm hating the way the press have pilloried Meghan, whether or not it's true.
Kate doesn't put a foot wrong does she? I reckon she's one of the few royal women who even Henry VIII couldn't have found reason to execute.
Anyway, my thing is tiaras which is how I ended up on the Royal Order of Sartorial Splendor site a few years ago. Loving the Euro-Royals and Max is my spirit animal. I used to run a BB and we had a Dutch guest on the day of the inauguration. She gave me a souvenir tin of biscuits she'd brought with her and five years on, I still use it to store tea lights. I'm sure Max would be thrilled to know ha ha.
Never met a royal and never even seen one in the flesh - oh, I glimpsed Felipe & Leti when they shot past me in a car and damn nearly made me miss a train.