She had just arrived in town the day before and was staying at the Ritz Hotel in London. Probably jet-lagged, the night before the palace party, she fell in her bedroom early in the morning, was taken to the hospital and then dismissed. She managed to drag herself off to see Lady Margaret Thatcher for a moment and visit Charles and Camilla for a private sit-down — the world knows she is a plucky lady. But even though the beautiful white crystal embroidered evening dress she wore with her pearls to the recent party in her honor in Washington was laid out on her bed for her to step into once more, she, plucky or not, was finished. Now she is on a restful cruise with friends on a private yacht in the Mediterranean — Portofino, Saint-Tropez, etc., and is feeling much better.
So the grand dinner, and grand, indeed, it was, went on without Nancy. As for those jubilant newlyweds, the Prince and the Duchess, they were in the finest of fettle. Camilla wore turquoise blue silk and a diamond necklace. For all of you out there, she is so much better looking than her pictures, it's hard to believe, and she oozed such charm, she may as well have invented it. I told her I thought she looked marvelous at her wedding — hat, legs and all. She said she thought her Philip Treacy hat was great fun and that, for her, it was the most wonderful day all together. I also mentioned to Prince Charles that I thought his bride looked marvelous at the wedding — hat, legs and all. He said, oh yes, he did, too, and that Camilla was the most extraordinary lady in every way.