Very old and poor terrace in Liverpool. My clever dad built a bathroom from a small box room on the first floor, we had a cellar with a sewage pipe. There used to be an old copper in there for the washing and later a geyser with the bath
Before that yes, like many, we had the tin bath in front of the fire, no privacy but who cared when the oldest (me) was only 5. I was first, followed by three siblings. 4 of us girls under 5 then, three more siblings appeared by magic, later in time
The main room was such a mess on saturday nights, toys everywhere and all the bath stuff but we started sunday clean and tidy. Church first then always a family day out, even if only to the lovely local park or Otterspool on the bus. Later on bath night was sunday so we were neat and clean for school
I remember one sister getting a nit nurse note and the frantic use of the nit comb. I sat in the bath for a long time dragging that comb through my hair, I never had nits but the very idea mortified me