It’s hard to remember the good ole days, last century, before ubiquitous mobile telephones.
When you had to find a coin and a call box to phone if you were out.
When you could ride a bus, or a train, without feeling obliged to say where you are or how long you’ll be.
When you didn’t expect to be contacted at work, unless in the case of an emergency.
It seemed time was a little kinder back then, less intense. We still lived; life was full; life was fun.
There was time for yourself, rather than being obliged or expected to be contactable at all times, by voice or by the written note, aka txt msg.
There was no anguish of missed calls, cracked screens, low battery, lost contacts, ringtones drifting through the air, and that’s before the smartphone features are considered.
Oh, 1990s!! Come back!!!