As soon as I saw the exhibition advertised I had to go. My companion today was my wonderful ex colleague Bev! 
The weather forecast was mixed, but we dodged the rain and made our way to KP. There was a queue, as would be expected and we sauntered round the King’s and Queen’s apartments before reaching the Diana exhibition. 
Does my bum look big in this?
There is still such an interest in the iconic Diana, her beauty, grace and style. As with all of us, a complex women, she had her faults but did great good, broke down barriers and cut swathes through taboos!
Diana and I were born three days apart and I followed her life as she blossomed from the shy, gauche teenager into the beautiful, purposeful woman.
How would she have aged? What would her hairstyle be? Would she have married again? Would she have had more children?
No doubt she would have loved Catherine, loved the Wedding, and adored her grandchildren, both at their Aunt Pippa’s wedding today!
She lived for her boys and gave them the human touch that will shape their lives and loves. She would be immensely proud of them both. 💕
We walked through the shop and emerged to darker skies, we sauntered round the edges of the white garden.
The heavens opened and we took shelter but decided to make a dash to a nearby restaurant. We enjoyed some fizz, food and an impromptu visit from Bev’s brother Paul. We laughed, reminisced and spoke of our travel plans over the coming months.
Via different means we both are aware that we are in charge of our happiness, something that comes from within, not found in money. We are so proud of our children, all making their way, happy to celebrate their achievements, success and happiness.
A quick change at Tower Hill and cloudy skies with a walk to Fenchurch street, where we caught a train home.
More laughter, more talking and a wonderful day!
My little life 
