Define "deprivation". My area pops up as one of the significantly more deprived areas, and DH and I are by no means wealthy, but:
Our house is warm, well insulated and with well functioning central heating;
We have several food shops within easy walking distance;
We can also walk to the GP (and there's an alternative one nearby);
There are four grammar schools in our city of 120,000 people;
There are plenty of restaurants and pubs within a shortish walk;
Whilst our own car is coming up to twenty years old, most of the ones round us are under ten;
There are several parks nearby, and a canal, and a river;
Buses are fairly frequent and we can get to richer areas easily if we want a glitzier outing (we went to the theatre last night, both ways by bus so we could have a couple of drinks too);
We have a couple of independent cinemas and there is live music available all over the place;
We have a vast medieval cathedral which still manages to run a pretty good traditional music department;
There is crime but we personally haven't encountered much - a stolen parcel and some chased off intruders in next door's garden who escaped via ours;
We can afford to go abroad on holiday most years;
We have a 100-year old semi of 1,200 sq ft which is perfectly adequate for our needs;
We have a manageable garden;
We have full fibre broadband and more TV channels than we could possibly want;
DH can store and use his bikes;
I can store and use my craft materials;
We've both got jobs despite being close to seventy;
We're both reasonably fit and healthy despite DH's brush with cancer over the past twelve months;
Between us we have four children, and three grandchildren, and we will host them all, and my sister and her family over Christmas.
I would say we live a perfectly reasonable, even good, life by most people's standards. And I certainly don't feel deprived. Maybe we're deprived of six holidays a year? That's about it.