My maternal grandmother was from darkest Salford and there was considerable status attached to how well you 'did your front'. This would start with wiping down the paintwork and windows, then mopping the step and the pavement down to the kerb, then donkey-stoning the step and the window sill. Some extremists even donkey-stoned the pavement but if someone walked on it before it dried then it made a big mess.
Doubtless the bit about brasso-ing the tramlines is apocryphal, but it seems that in a world of dirt and deprivation these marks of supreme housewifery gave you your standing in the street.
And, of course, having clean net curtains.