As I trawl through my father’s papers, I find a letter from MP David Lightbown dated 6 December 1990.
It opens: “Dear Mr and Mrs Evans. It was nice to meet you both and your small child at my advice bureau.” That “small child” was me, shortly after my first birthday, at my first meeting with an MP about the contaminated blood scandal.
I’m now 32, and I’m still meeting MPs about the same thing.