The 1960s Council Estate That Made Working Class Britain Rich — And Nobody Ever Called It That

The 1960s Council Estate That Made Working Class Britain Rich — And Nobody Ever Called It That The day your family moved in, your mother cried. Not from sadness. She turned on the hot tap. And hot water came out. Not from a kettle. Not from a copper boiled since six in the morning. From the tap. Immediately. That was the council house. The fourteen shillings a week that covered the house, the garden, the repairs, the hot water, and the white enamel bath your mother kept spotless. The garden your father was in every Saturday by eight. The estate where everyone had come from somewhere like where you had come from. The ground that was solid. And from solid ground — as the children of the 1960s council estate proved — you can reach further than anyone watching from outside would have predicted.