By the time you read this, we will be three days into national mourning. There’s not a lot to say really. I did have a bit lined up about tragedy, heartbreak and outpourings of national grief. It would have been OK, I think. Even had a rainbow in it.
But it all feels a bit redundant now. Days of coverage, wall-to-wall TV stuff, acres of newsprint. I couldn’t even keep any surprising bit of trivia back – did you know she’d been to 117 countries? – because it’s all been done.
All of it. Seriously. Everything. From the ingredients of the sharpener – gin, Dubonnet, ice, lemon – that she enjoyed before lunch, to giving her pancake recipe to Eisenhower or the fact she could change a set of spark plugs.
