Lol! We had similar when my parents dropped me off at the start of Year 2 at my shared Coronation St house in Salford. My parents had grown up living in Eastend slums in the late 1920s right through to the mid 1960s when escape came through the slum clearance programme, so they were hardened to hard times. However, my mum in particular was utterly shocked at the squalor I was about to start living in. I had to assure her I’d start cleaning the place as soon as they had departed.