This is a wonderful thread. Thank you OP.
I remember nearly all of these, also our local dairy delivering milk in churns on a horse drawn cart. My gran sent me out with a large enamel jug to get about 3 pints. I loved going so I could stroke the horse.
The coal man also had a horse drawn wagon and I used to wonder how the poor horses could pull all that weight.
I remember too the knife grinder who pushed a hand cart around the streets. Again I was given the kitchen knives to get them sharpened, and watched in awe as sparks flew everywhere. When I took them home my gran would try to cut a piece of paper, if they weren't sharp enough I was sent back for him to do them again. I once asked why I had to go, she said because he wouldn't argue with a child. I was about 4 or 5 and gran obviously didn't worry about me running around carrying sharp knives!
Was anyone else given a spoonful of Virol every day to 'build you up'.
Going to the tobacconists to get my grandads pipe tobacco. I loved the smell in the shop.
The chemist's shop with all those small drawers and the huge, shapely, glass bottles behind the counter and in the window filled with coloured water.
My mum putting Acraflavine (a yellow coloured liquid) on guts and grazes. It stained your skin.
Buying butter by the ounce that was cut and shaped with butter pats and wrapped in greaseproof paper.
The big tub of broken biscuits in the local grocers. My mum was too proud to ask for them so the shop owner would put a packet of biscuits on the counter, and then surrepticiously slip a bag of broken biscuits into mum's bag with the rest of her shopping.
Anyone remember Je Revien and Evening in Paris perfumes, they were my gran's favourites.
I still write with a fountain pen and I always have Birds Custard Powder in the larder.