i was born- (1948 )-and grew up--in Balsall Heath---in Birmingham UK. this area was pretty well flattened by bombing in the 2nd world war. i used to play in " bomb sites"--holes in the ground where houses used to be.
the house my dad rented had no hot water: a weekly bath was endured in a galvanised bath tub in the kitchen.
the only lavatory was outside the house--in a brick closet shared by all sorts of demons--big spiders--and a couple of caged ferrets with red eyes. definitely no place for a young child to ease nature. i think i hold the world record for constipation.
the lavatory was also--informally-- shared by a number of workers in a factory at the rear of the premises--who climbed the tall brick wall to use the facility as there was none in the factory..
toilet paper was unheard of. if you were lucky--a piece of soft blue tissue paper formerly wrapped around an orange--otherwise crumpled damp newspaper..
post war great britain was a land of real opportunity. i'm told.