We had the lower one facing the lane, above was another with door and stairs at the back. Built into the stairs was a shared toilet. So for us we had to leave the front door, go past several turn a corner cross the back and hope it was still empty having tried to check through the back window! A slop bucket for emergencies. There was a wash house with a boiler and a very strict rota. No electricity, a range and gas lights that dimmed when every dwelling put the light on. The bed in the wall was cosy with curtains drawn. The owner Mac, had been billeted with my grandmother. We first had a holiday there for respite, then later stayed for the winter. The bombing had a lull but started in full force on our return.