When I got married in 1975, we had a flat over the shops in Darnhill. When my son came along, we needed something bigger. We rented off a little old lady and the house was on Bamford Road. The house had an outside toilet and a tin bath by the fire.

One new year, my husband went out with his dad and he was drunk. He had gone to the toilet but went the wrong way outside and went to the bins instead. I woke up because it was so cold and he’d fallen asleep outside with the door open and snow falling all around him. I dragged him in by his feet and left him by the fire. Sometimes it was so cold, the windows would freeze over!