I went to the top lady, the Queen, sobbing and I said, ''What do I do? I'm coming to you, what do I do?''And she said, ''I don't know what you should do, Charles is hopeless''. And that was it, that was help.

It's not sissy to show your feeling.

It has always been my concern to touch people with leprosy, trying to show in a simple action that they are not reviled, nor are we repulsed.

My God. What's happened?

I decline to go fox hunting (nor did she want her sons William and Harry to be involved in hunting).

My husband asked for the separation and I supported it. We had struggled to keep it going, but obviously we'd both run out of steam.

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.