But nothing is dated! I am desperately searching my hard-drive for material from 1995. There is absolutely nothing. I found this:
Brainwave - bank statements! But I had an infuriating habit of getting out £100 cash out at a time, and never using cashpoints, mostly because there weren't any. So this bank statement doesn't help matters. There's also a massive gap for the whole of March when I was in the Herefordshire hills in a caravan, lambing.
I still cannot remember what us Devon agricultural students were doing in London in (?) June of 1995. Yes, I know that I was itching to escape to the Guildhall Library for half an hour, with its very profitable results (next blog post), but we weren't looking at the Smithfield meat markets despite the near perfect syllogies if we were. As the Boyces I was hunting lived and breathed at Smithfield as meat salesmen and the records at Guildhall are just a sniff away. Can't remember a thing about it, can't search my hard-drive for it. It's 1995 for goodness' sake; and I can't remember when I visited the record office at Taunton (July 1995 would make sense).
Why didn't I put the wretched date on the documents that I was filling up with long-ago dates? Why why why, delilah!