We lived in a terraced house with no heating or a bath. Sunday nights were “tin bath” time (hung up in the kitchen all week), mum and sister first, me and Dad next. “Tippler” Toilets, waste straight into the sewer, Izal bog roll, concreted kitchen floors that were freezing in winter, hot water bottles, piss pots under the bed, one channel on black and white TV, white dog shit, tarmac bubbles on cobbled streets in the summer.
They said you could leave your front door open and no one would burgle your house, no they wouldn’t, there was buggar all to nick.