Which bit of the old days do you secretly miss, even if you'd never admit it out loud?

Ashtrays on every table, a proper fug by nine o'clock and nobody standing outside in the rain. You wouldn't want it back, but the buzz was something else.

The whole country shut down and you were stuck with the family and whatever was in the fridge. Boring as anything, and oddly peaceful.

No mobile, no idea where they were, and nobody batted an eyelid. Try that today and you'd have the neighbours talking.

You had a choice of three, the programme finished and the screen went fuzzy. But at least you could talk about it at work the next morning.

Neighbours walked straight in and stuck the kettle on. Lovely idea, though you'd be daft to try it now.