Which unwritten rule of British life do you think actually keeps society together?

That tiny nod as you pass the handle over. It costs nothing but somehow makes the whole day feel a bit more civilised.

A national reflex that defuses more arguments than any diplomat could. It's daft, but it works.

An unspoken contract of fairness measured in pints. Dodge your round and the friendship is quietly noted for review.

Even in a downpour, your neighbour's socks stay untouched. It's less about laundry and more about trust.

Offering a cuppa when the kettle goes on is basic decency. Forgetting Karen's oat milk is borderline treason.