If Diana saw modern London—the Ubers, the skyscrapers, the avocado toast—she’d probably roll her eyes. But she’d also find a way to laugh.
She might tweet: “London, I love you. But you’re exhausting.” And we’d all hit like. Because she’s right.
The letter is a gentle reminder that it’s okay to not love the party. Even if everyone says you should. Diana gave us permission to say: “You know what? I’m going to the countryside. Don’t wait up.”
Final Word: The Tea is Hot
So next time you’re stuck in traffic or dodging tourists, think of Diana. She’s out there somewhere, in spirit, driving her green Audi. Windows down. Music up.
She hated London. And she wasn’t afraid to say it. That’s why we’ll always love her.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go buy some Wellies and find a muddy field. Princess status pending.
