change in the Queen´s relatively ordinary life at the home in Piccadilly, was to mark her forever. I caught a strong sense of nostalgia bordering on distress, when an insensitive enquirer formulated a question in this respect. I caught it again on another occasion on a more personal note that left me pensive for weeks to come. The Queen was an incredibly sensitive person who wanted to be kept well informed about the feelings of the people around her and she was quite capable of making up her own mind about things in a very worldly way. Above all, she had every reason to be a very affectionate and grateful person who could see meaning under the layers. The Queen Mother was a different order of things and one day whilst I was standing chatting endlessly to a Scottish weaver at an exhibition in London, I neglected what seemed like a rude pulling of my armsleeves by a boisterous big lady towering over me. Only after several attempts did I catch the full implication of what she was trying to say in mangled words – about keeping her waiting. Startled, I looked around to find The Queen mother on my other side with a wide grin, begging me to go on because she found it all so interesting. It is but a glimpse, but it does show that however impulsive, she was also a sensitive person who would have never allowed herself to be caught in anything as inelegant as aggression. Given the opportunity, she would have without doubt taught Princess Diana a thing or two. I suspect also that she was probably the key figure in the organising and successful culmination of the relationship and that she was more than saddened by its failure.
The birth of a purpose
Princess Diana knew of no other way to counteract what seemed like abuse of