I still buy Wright's Coal Tar soap, I love the smell of it.
We had one of those pulley affairs over the fire to dry clothes on when I was a kid and I certainly remember ice on the inside of windows and the rags on the windowsills.
I remember going out to play all day in the summer holidays and not having anything to eat or drink all day until you came home, starving and absolutely gasping for a drink at teatime. And it would be water. Or maybe squash, if Dad had just been paid.

No pop apart from as a treat at Granny's at Christmas
I never had any new clothes apart from at Christmas or on my birthday, when I'd get a new jumper or skirt for best. Best? Where did we ever go for best? Panto or Circus at Christmas, I suppose. Though we did have to be smart and well turned out for Church. I remember being most indignant at having to kneel down in my new brand red corduroy trousers in Church, because I'd get them dirty. I must have been about 9. I got properly told off for that, as I recall. Ooops.
The rest of the time, it was hand me downs from my cousin, but mostly my clothes came from the jumble sale until I left home. Now as I say that, I can't recall the last time I even heard of anyone having a jumble sale. Do they still exist?
And let's not even
start on sanitary belts and the hammock-like sanitary towels in that dreadful, weird netting.