I remember the 70s very well, I left home in 1975. I've never felt as well off as I did in the 70s.
Despite being in very junior jobs, my friends and I easily found cheap flats to share. We could afford to pay rent, all our bills, run cars, pay commuting costs, and still go to the pub most nights and have 2 holidays a year. I bought all my shoes in Russell and Bromley and most of my work clothes from Jaeger. Jobs were easy to come by, you could hand in your notice and get another job before the month was out.
I only had to wait 3 months to see a gynae consultant, and 2 months for surgery. From referral to tonsillectomy 5 years earlier was 4 months. NHS dentistry was readily available.
There were train strikes, but I got the bus to the tube station and the tube to work, my journey was only about 20 minutes longer. Some of the London parks were used as car parks, so people could drive in. The bin men strike only lasted a month or so, and the only time I saw vast piles of rubbish sacks was when watching the news. The power cuts arising from the miners' strike were planned and you could plan accordingly, far fewer people had central heating so most were able to stay warm during them. We played board games or bridge by candlelight to entertain ourselves, or visited friends who were in adjacent areas which were unaffected on the day in question. And energy companies were nationalised, so the government controlled energy prices and prevented massive increases in bills.
At the end of the decade, things changed dramatically. Unemployment almost trebled over a few years. It got much harder to find places to rent and rents shot up, so I bought a house in the early 80s, only to be hit by rising interest rates which kept me skint for a decade.