I’m not going to say too much about this sad anniversary. I met her twice, once when she came to open a new ward at a hospital on the Isle of Skye, and the other time when she attended a concert in Edinburgh.

I found her an interesting and interested person. Unlike her husband, Prince Charles, who was also there she was actually interested in speaking to the people she was introduced to. Not for her the quick handshake while looking over your shoulder to the next person in line.

It was a sad day indeed when she died. I remember my son running into the room saying “Princess Di is dead” and not really believing him. Sadly it was true but who could have forseen the dreadful wrangling over her body and her memory. Let’s hope she can soon be left to lie in peace.


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