When Andrew went with the girls, we were talking all morning and he was saying, ‘It’s okay. Just remember we had such a good day. Our wedding was so perfect.’ Because we’re such a unit together. He made me feel very part of the day on April 29th.
The queen and I always got on well, and still do; I uphold everything Her Majesty represents and has given up her life for. It’s her duty. For her country, she’s selfless to the grave.
I wish we’d never gotten divorced. He and I both wish we’d never gotten divorced, but we did. I wish I could go back and be the bride again, but I can’t.
I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why I made such a mistake. Why have I made so many mistakes?
I wanted to work; it’s not right for a princess of the royal house to be commercial, so Andrew and I decided to make the divorce official so I could go off and get a job.
Diana was one of the quickest wits I knew; nobody made me laugh like her.
I didn’t want a divorce but had to because of circumstances.
It was dreadful. They tried to put the little redhead in a cage.