No ordinary people

Where did all these ordinary people come from? I was in a coffee shop the other day, sitting next to a young lady and her Grandmother. From their conversation I realised how life has lost it's gloss since I was a young man when the young lady mentioned a chap's name and the granny asked if they had moved in together. In my day she would have asked if they were lovers, which would be something special, whereas living together so ordinary even octogenarians do it. It's like the Green Door behind which we wondered what went on, as Frankie Vaughan sang, - with social media, you get it in video, so why bother to go in? These days you take out an equal, who presumably pays her way,
in my day, you took out someone special and treated her like a princess.

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