I'm wondering if I should have name-changed...
The thing is - people my age (65, born in 1947) didn't exactly have a lavish lifestyle when they were young; people may imagine a life full of self-indulgence, but it wasn't so.
I may not be typical, but here's my story. I did get grants at university and I did access a fully operational NHS, and for those blessings I am grateful.
However, when I got married in 1972, we didn't have a car, or a television, or central heating, or a shower, or new clothes. As the babies arrived, I stayed home with them and our holidays consisted of a week with one granny, followed by a week with the other. The grannies knitted for our children (and us!) and I cooked and baked every day, in between carrying coal buckets in to keep the open fire and Raeburn going.
I cut the children's hair myself and didn't go to the hairdresser for years. We never went out, except with the children. We bought a bottle of wine for special occasions and never drank otherwise - couldn't afford it.
By the time my youngest child went to university, grants were a thing of the past, and I am still subsidising her at post-grad level. My own parents died some years ago, but my mother stayed with me for the last six months of her life because - much as we'd had our differences - I would never have left her to cope on her own.
We did have great music, and we had optimism - we saw huge moves towards civil rights and feminism - so yes, we had it good. The people I know certainly aren't living some hedonistic lifestyle now - most of us are caring for elderly parents, or helping our own children. We child-mind our toddler grandson two days a week, and most of my contemporaries are doing similar things.
I don't even drink....