The public wanted a fairy princess to come and touch them and everything would turn to gold. Little did they realise that the individual is crucifying herself inside because she didn't think she was good enough.
Everywhere I go I smell fresh paint.
My God. What's happened?
I am never going to get divorced, and that's that.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I decline to go fox hunting (nor did she want her sons William and Harry to be involved in hunting).