I lived in Scotland until 1970, no peasoupers, no Lyons Corner Houses or trolley buses. There were trams when i was wee, then buses with conductors whose stock phrase was 'c'mon, get aff'. The department stores had tubes that sucked up a container with your money, then sent it back with the change and receipt. Very civilised.
String bags, hairnets, fathers doing 'the pools' on a Saturday, and playing in the street, where a car was a novelty. Nipping to the shop at the top of our street for a block of ice cream to go with the tinned fruit was a real treat, as was getting a postal order from my auntie in Edinburgh when it was my birthday.