Saturday night was bath night when I was a child, so that we were all clean for church on Sunday. Until I was six , it was a tin bath in front of the fire, me first as the youngest, then my sister, then my parents after we had gone to bed. The loo was down the garden, or a potty under the bed.
I had few clothes, all handed down from my sister. A set for best, a set for school, and old clothes, worn out or too small, for playing.
Washing was done on a Monday and it meant lighting up the copper and getting the mangle out. Although we were very poor, my mum actually had a lovely lady who came to help with this.
When we moved house there was no central heating and the water was heated by a back boiler so it was still a weekly bath for some years, a strip wash in between, or a lick and a promise, as my mum used to say.
In fact my parents never had central heating, just a gas fire in the sitting room in their next house, and storage heaters and an extra electric heater when required.
I still don’t bathe every single day, and I dislike showers because of memories of school showers after PE. But I do change my clothes every day.