I remember being jealous that mum and dad had pillow protectors under their pillowcases. I thought they must be the height of decadence until we got an IKEA and I saw they were literally £1.50 each.
Real butter instead of margarine.
Ordering a takeaway and getting it delivered instead of picking it up. Debauched.
Buying any food whatsoever from Marks and Spencer’s was akin to doing your weekly shop in Harrods Food Hall.
Middle income family in the 1990s, no money worries and not otherwise frugal.
Anyone else grow up thinking very normal things were real luxuries?