I’ve a soft spot for Diana – when my late big brother came out of the REME in 1957 he got a job driving a van for Harrods on the suburban deliveries, Weybridge area. DD was one of his regular customers, always gave him a cup of tea. I went with him once, I’d have been 9 at the time, she took us into her kitchen, gave Fred his tea and squeezed some oranges for me, I remember I was impressed, only ever seen orange juice in a bottle! 
Our first telly came from her, brother delivered a new one and she asked him if he’d be kind enough to get rid of the old one - straight round to our house on his way back to Knightsbridge. Tiny little B/W screen in a fancy wooden case. As we were one of the few in the street to have one, I remember some of the neighbours crowding round to watch the cup final while father had to keep fiddling with the indoor aerial to keep the picture.
Bernard