I grew up in a two up two down sharing a bedroom with my younger sister and mum and dad and grandad in his own room.
Mum and dad both worked-in awful conditions and for low pay-and whenever they came in Grandad would put his head in his hands and start moaning. As I got older I used to ask him what was wrong because he hadn't been doing that before they came in-no answer!
His other (idle) daughters used to come and spend the day with him laughing and joking and, as my dear mum used to say, burning all her coal (and saving theirs) and drinking all her tea and not doing anything to help at all. And then when they'd gone he'd start morning again!