I was born in 1961 (the result of a forced marriage incidentally, my teenage mum got pregnant because contraception was not available as it is now). Life was much, much harder then.
There was a housing shortage because London (and other big cities) was still recovering from the bomb damage of the war, we lived in a 4 bedroom semi with a lodger in the front room and 2 other families sharing the rest of the house. This was normal - I remember one relation in a shared house whose washing facilities were a small hand sink on the bend on the stairs. That was it. Her husband used to have to stand guard when she had a strip wash.
We were considered posh because we had an inside loo and a bath. We couldn't afford to turn the immersion on more than once a week but we had a bath.
No central heating, just a coal fire in one room. Dad used to carry the sacks of coal home in his back from the depot after working a night shift as an international telephone operator.
We had the only phone in the street because mum did casual work and being easily contactable meant she got more shifts. Neighbours would come to use it and leave a few pennies in payment in a saucer.
Racism was the norm. No blacks, no dogs, no Irish' was a thing. My (irish) mum was educated at a very posh London convent (scholarship girl) and had a matching posh accent so used to go and view rooms and sign rent books for family members whose accents would have had them turned away. I can remember playing in the park with a school friend and being dragged away my a relation and being told not to go near the 'nigger girl'.
Homosexuality was illegal and persecuted.
People smoked everywhere, all the time. On buses, in cinemas and restaurants, the GP would smoke in the surgery and teachers had ash trays on their desks.
My mum was prescribed thalidomide during her second preganancy but couldn't afford to fill the prescription so didn't take it.