Those are the little shops with the personal service that I miss from being over there. And those inherited items are the things you can never replace.
Going a bit off topic I know, but the wheelchair my mum used was the same model that travel writer Quentin Crewe used on his world travels, the initial design was by Lord Snowdon, and there were not that many made, the company that ended up producing them was ultimately a victim of the first gulf war, in that they also supplied mobile surgical units but were bankrupted by the financial disruptions of those times. It was a case of British innovation being stymied by British beurocracy, my mum wrote to Michael Heseltine about it (he had made some pompous statement about looking after british industry) He did not reply, what a hypocrite and waste of space, my mum was worth a thousand of he. She had some adventures in that chair including crashing it into a bollard and suing Coventry Council for a replacement.