Snap, posh. My dad grew up very poor but that house was always spotless and his mother, a Mayan Indian, grew a lot of food for them in the back garden.
Their dad always worked, usually as a carpenter, but at whatever brought in pennies.
All the kids worked, too, teh girls helped their mother who took in laundry and ironing, the boys on milk floats, paper rounds, finding glass bottles (to take back for money), etc.
We are working poor and living a HA flat, but it's spotless.
We don't have a garden. That would be lovely, but the security of HA renting is too welcome.