There have been lots of stuff written by journalists and tweeters etc about the end of the ‘Book of Dreams’ - the Argos catalogue.
[Faint sigh] I remember flicking through the pages as a child pointing at things saying ‘I want that and that...’ , knowing of course that I wouldn’t get them nor expected them to appear down the chimney.
And the laminated pages, while in the shop choosing stuff to send my boy off to uni with. And the stubby little pens.