Did your grocer's have huge hessian sacks of things like prunes, sultanas, demerara sugar etc sitting around the small shop? Mrs Lawrence used a metal scoop to remove whatever one asked for and weigh it on her 'basic' scales. I loved the different smells in there.
Our wet-fish monger wore wooden clogs. And the butcher hacked away with a massive cleaver to cut off a chop/bit of lamb for my mum.
All these things seemed so much more interesting than today's pre-packed stuff in supermarkets.
And old stamps seem more interesting than these techy things with some sort of code attached. What's it for anyway? (I don't possess a fobile moan, so if that's what it's about, it's no use to me!)