Oh yeah, you can totally just get housing from the council.
That's why me and my three children are sharing a bedroom at my parents two-bed flat. We've been here almost six months, sleeping on combinations of airbeds and sofa cushions. That includes my pensioner parents.
We were made homeless because my landlord decided that 'long-term let' (which HE bloody advertised!) was no good when he relocated for work and booted us out.
I am bidding on everything I'm allowed to. 'Allowed' being the operative word because the council won't let me bid on anything less than a 3-bed but are quite happy to leave us horrendously overcrowded.
Most times I bid I'm about 80th in a list of 100 or so, despite being classed as homeless. I don't get a look in. I'm paying storage costs each week for our furniture and belongings. I'm sliding deeper into despair with each week that passes and I think we'll still be here come Christmas.
But hey, I'm only a fucking scrounger, right VivienneMary? Cap my benefits? Are my children somehow worth less than others because their Dad decided he wanted out. I do work, by the way, and I could take up a whole other thread on the way I've been treated like scum by the Job Centre. Probably shouldn't have had my kids if I can't afford them too.