Here I sit, a middle-aged family man, white Anglo-Saxon ex-Protestant middle class Brit. Naturally, I am horrified at the death of the Princess of Wales and of those with her. But I do not feel personally touched and I am beginning to feel that the public response is mystifyingly, embarrassingly over-intense.
Then I read your diary today (3 September). I suddenly realise what it is all about. I find myself sitting at breakfast with my eyes filled with tears.
See what you've done?