On the Saturday the 30th, we had been to a wedding, so got home late and went straight to bed. We heard about the tragedy the next morning when our house phone rang and it was our neighbour. saying 'put the tv on, Diana has died'- tbh we weren't sure to whom he was referring as we didnt know a Diana. All soon became terribly clear, of course.
The bride, whose wedding we had attended, told me later that when she and her new husband went down to breakfast on the morning of the 31st, they of course were blissfully happy and chatting away as they entered the hotel dining room and couldn't understand why it was full of people yet so quiet...they did go on honeymoon later that day but she felt it was wrong to be doing so.
I was 38 then, not much older than Diana, and couldn't believe how things had gone so horribly wrong for her and of course we now know that had she gone home when she intended to, and not stayed an extra day, history might have told a different story 