I remember going shopping with my mum in the 60s/70s - she had a book very like that, to keep a record of how much she had spent.
After we'd been to the grocer's, where we'd stand at the counter and say what we wanted, for the grocer (Mr Samson, Thrift stores, Leeds 8!) to go and fetch what we wanted. Then we'd drive round the corner and visit the baker, (Mr Turnbull), the butcher (Mr Lister) and the greengrocer (Mrs Palmer and her son).
Shopping took a long time in those days, but it was also much more personal