I have happy memories from the living room floor on a Sunday morning surrounded by family. We’d have three different newspapers - typically The Times, The Observer, and a different tabloid each week chosen by whoever had nipped over to the Post Office to get the papers.
The papers would be spread out over the table, sofa, and floor. We’d gravitate to our preferred sections, be that sport, business, travel, current affairs, cartoons, quizzes, the glossy magazine, personal finance, the advice section, and so on.
It was messy. It was noisy.
