I’m with you, OP. About the proper olden days, I mean. I’ve often thought how dull it must have been to be a Jane Austen lady.
You couldn’t just zone out in front of the telly each evening, could you? No, you had to make sparkling conversation NIGHT AFTER NIGHT. Christ. Expensive books and no libraries, too.
Poor old Fanny Price (Mansfield Park) had to endure endless tea drinking and running errands for aunt Norris, and even had to be in her cousins’ crap (yet also racy) amateur dramatics.
Also you had to be ‘accomplished’ ie sew fecking samplers and practise playing the piano and singing to entertain visitors.
No wonder they were all avid to get to Bath, Brighton, Harrogate etc. At least there was booze at the ‘assemblies’ and the chance to cop off with men in britches.
Even further back (I’m thinking 1600s), even before the puritans cancelled all fun for 20 years, entertainment in pubs was bleeding shove ha’penny and nine men’s morris or cards, and even that was only an option if you were a man and had a horse. Also the booze would have been crap. Manky ale and ‘porter’.
So yes, OP, I am certain that life was very boring in times gone by!