When Diana was killed someone came up to me the following day — a French lady — and offered me her condolences. I said to her, as courteously as I know how, “Look, I know what you're saying comes from a good place, but she wasn't a friend of mine, and she wasn't a member of my family. It's always tragic when a young woman and mother gets killed in a car crash. I'm sincerely sorry for her children. But I am not, personally, mourning.”
Frankly, that's still pretty much my position today. Let those for whom the Queen meant a lot — and I respect them — mourn in their way. She's been around as long as I have, because she was crowned in 1953, the year I was born. It's going to be strange without her, and stranger still with Charles at the helm. But also, interesting.