The good old days.
I used to think that only old fogeys talked about the good ol' days, when they reminisced about better times: healthier environments, honest do-something-for-you people, when English was spoken with eloquence and style....the "how now brown cow brigade" ad infinitum.....
By definition then I must have now progressed to the old fogey stage of my life as that is exactly what I am beginning to do.
On reflection, senior citizens (as I prefer to call the older generation) do tend to dwell in the past; they remember what guests ate at their wedding in 1943, but what they had for breakfast this morning.........is another matter entirely!!
Funny life really! Isn't it ?