In the fifties:
Chickens came whole with giblets for gravy and tasted of chicken.
There were shops called "fishmongers" which sold fish
Nobody had heard of casserole steak.
Bacon came in large dry pieces from which someone cut as many slices as you wished as thick or thin as you preferred.
Fish came fresh daily.
Milk was delivered daily to your door
Plaice and Dover sole were the size of dimmer plates and were filleted when you bought them
Peas came in pods .
Mutton was readily available and considered more flavoursome than lamb.
Cod were larger than today's salmon .
Top of the milk was cream on your daily pinta
Tomatoes had a short shelf life and were soft, sweet and juicy.
Meat was hung longer and was tender.
Hot cross buns were only available on Good Friday.
Soft herring roes on toast were delicious.
When you bought coffee to percolate, the beans were ground on point of sale..
Was it 2 pennies in the slot to get a small medallion of Fry's chocolate?
I also remember:
No central heating and the pipes froze up.
Smog in London caused many respiratory problems and killed people.
Gay men were persecuted and prosecuted.
Olive oil was obtained from the chemist for medicinal use.
Most people had a bath and changed their underwear once a week.
Sunday was awful unless you liked going to church two of three times.
and me and my sister sat outside the car,in the dickey seat of a Morris Cowley, with a small hinge between us and the road. Dont think H & S would approve of it today somehow.
We had ice on the insides of windows in the winter and got dad's army greatcoat thrown on the bed. I used to buy methylated spirits in the chemist's to clean my typewriter roller.
I saw Kathy Kirby at the Caird Hall in Dundee supporting the Beatles in the early 60s.
I can beat that Maggie. I put rubber hot water bottle out of the bed once it was cold. In the morning there were ice chunks in it. I kid you not. It was a several hundred year old house and the walls were wattle and daub and wood.