I lived in a "miner's cottage" from my birth in 1941 . It really was a hovel, infested with mice, concrete floors, leaking roof, no water (tap 50 yards down back lane), no electricity and an outside "earth closet" also mice infested.
But we had gas and plenty of coal. The house had 2 up 2 down. Parents slept in front room, so front door was never used/opened. We "lived" in the kitchen Upstairs two brothers in one bedroom, widowed grannie and I shared bed in other bedroom ( Oh dear just remembered- me a serial bed-wetter- Sorry Grannie- I think they used a protective sheet made from bits of a barrage balloon lol )
When Bebside pit died in 1953, we were rehoused to modern housing ( two flushing toilets) and old pit village totally demolished.
My brothers and I used to wonder at our father when he used to bemoan the coldness of new estate, wishing to be back in the friendly old place... crazy man.
Michael Dixon