We seem to have digressed ... don't give a rat's tailbone for football, vindaloo or whatever.
During my first episode of British living (1972-1995), I was delighted to be in a country that reminded me of 1940/50 USA. There was trash collection (free), milk delivery, rag and bone men, public transportation, grocers, bakers, greengrocers, candlestick makers all just a short walk from home. The city centre had their own versions of department stores, book shops, a Ceylon Tea Centre, Golden Egg ... I could go on forever.
Now what do we have: more and more supermarkets, bin men come more or less regularly but you're expected to manhandle your wheelie bins back and forth, more and more coffee shops, no milk delivery in our area, post offices and local banks closing down, more and more cars driven by maniacs, local shops consist of estate agents, hair dressers and those coffee shops, and so on ...
Well, at least there are still buses (but British Rail has died) There are now fresh blueberries and butternut squash in those supermarkets. I can't think of much else positive, except the weather not being too extreme. Hmmm, but I came back, didn't I.