history being altered

Here's a funny thing. The world thinks the british royal crown prince wed his baby mama in 1981.  Well I watched it live in 1983. I moved homes just often enough in those years to be able to date it that exactly. I know what room and what tv I was on and what time of day and what I was doing and where I was in my life. 1983.  

Now why would the crown alter that date the world over? Just a minor change and nobody paying attention.  Few really care, and fewer still trust their memories that well. After all, they weren't royal obsessed as I was then. They weren't experiencing such radical change in their lives that they could date it to the year and the season by what home they were in. They have been taught to not trust their own memories by a society that has been gaslighted over and over to keep us unsettled and manageable. 

But I remember. 

I can only imagine it must relate somehow to the legitimacy of the prince's heirs.  Diana was a bit of a strumpet.  What if there's question as to the boy's parentage?  of course DNA could settle that these days, but perhaps the date was changed prior to the dna being an easy solution.  I don't know when the public record was changed, but pre-internet it would have been much simpler to accomplish.  Change it in the palace and government records then send out corrections to any and all press making the mistake. After that it's face and anyone remembering otherwise is left head scratching.  it woudl have been at least a decade after  the actual wedding and probably after diana's death, or maybe just after the divorce?  Perhaps it was related to the divorce.  At any rate, it's curious.  The facts are false, they were married in '83. I remember watching it live, staying up to watch it at a wee hour of the morning when most were sleeping. I was a keener.  I had some laundry to iron and more hanging to dry. I think I had done some cotton curtains. At any rate as I sat there ironing things in my tiny flat with the damaged bits and watched this absolutely utterly privileged girl get more privilege I wa storn between bitter jealousy and self pity, and atavistic admiration with a dose of fantasy vicariousness.  I both loathed her and envied her in all the worst ways. 

Yeah, I remember when it was, no matter what the "record" says.  

How curious.