When we moved into our council house in 1930 (I was three) you had to be practically on the bread line and you got no help whatsoever. Someone came round to check you were keeping your garden tidy and cutting the hedges. You weren't allowed to swing on the gate. You couldn't do your own decorations - they came round once ever five years and just put that flat stuff on forget what you call it, but I keep thinking of distemper (that's dogs isn' it). They let you choose a colour - buff, blue, pink or green. You were not allowed to get into arrears with the rent - the rent man came round every week to collect it. If you didn't pay you were out. Pity it isn't like that now. The man who moved in next to me two years ago has never touched his garden. It is full of grass and weeds, especially dandelions. No-one does a thing about it. We saved up and bought this house - It was hard work but it would be nice if other people looked after theirs, whether council houses or not.