Me too. Can still vividly remember the ice on the inside of the windows of my bedroom even in the newly built (early 60s) semi we moved into as a young child that my mum and dad purchased with the help of a family loan. My mum and dad still live there today and it's very nice but when we first moved in there was no central heating even in those days so remember sleeping under piles of blankets and an eiderdown (one of those lovely fire hazard nylon things!). Still, at least we had an indoor toilet and proper bathroom which was more than my grandparents had. At the risk of sounding like the classic "4 Yorkshire men" sketch, my better half always remembers that when she visited her grandparents she always prayed that her wee would be enough to break the ice in the bottom of the pan😀.My own grandma used to replace the torn up strips of newspaper hanging on the nail of the privy with cut up squares from a magazine when her posher relatives used to visit.

As Mick says, how today's generation would cope God only knows.