Yep, those were the days... and there was this thing called service you know, where there were actually real people answering the phone when you rang some local office for advice, and you didn't get put on hold. The local baker's shop would actually deliver fresh bread on your doorstep on sunday mornings and the milkman would come to your house with fresh milk 3 times a week. And if you knew his route, you could run after him and get a chance to pat his beautiful brown horse on the neck when they took a break. (It's for real! Our milkman had a cold-storage waggon drawn by a heavy draught horse till I was about 10 or 12.) And while you were away, chasing the milkman, the tits would make a hole in the silver foil caps on the milk bottles and peck at the cream on top of the milk in the bottle.

And you didn't have to worry about all the scary things that happened all around the world because half of it you didn't know of, and you didn't have to know what your family or friends were doing every minute of the day, and your thoughts were free.... and.... oh, I could go on and on!

Life was somehow simpler then! But then again, modern life certainly does have it's advantages...