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> >It was just so depressing. It was as if all the problems and agonies
> >that we would face in later life had come at once and were facing us at
> >that moment. In those days there wasn't much to take your mind off
> >things. The house was warm, but only near the fire. Telly was pretty
> >dismal, as was the radio. We should have been carefree little children,
> >but the atmosphere of the council estate, the school, and home, was so > >oppressive. >
> A council estate? =A0Luxury. =A0Indoor bathrooms with toilets and hot
> running water. =A0No traipsing up an icy yard to the outdoor privy in
> the middle of the night with only a feeble torch to light the way? >
Exactly, don't know what he had to winge about, I live in a 1950's council house, now belonging to a private landlord after being owner- occupied in the Thatcher sell-offs, it's soundly built and well designed, and still in very good condition. It's got a big back garden too, at least 20m by 5m (I've measured it with a view to putting up HF ham radio dipole aerials, just need to find some wire that will also work as a washing line). I'm also half way through digging over part of the garden for a vegetable patch.
These houses do take a bit of work to look after, and you really need to be a car owner with a wage coming in to live in a suburban estate, as things get dysfunctional otherwise. The problem with council housing was that they were given to people who didn't deserve them, what started as affordable homes for the workers became free homes for criminals.