Those houses look lovely, but they're all awfully big. Were most families surviving with just a daily to "do the rough", or worse, with just the lady of the house to do it all?
I was twelve years old when Elvis made his first TV appearance. The next school day, any of the girls who had seen it were ostracized as sluts. I hadn't seen it only because we didn't get that channel.
They had added some pads for tents at the back of the property and others with power hookups at the front for campers. The local people wanted it to revert to a pub, but it was impossible to make a living offering just that service.
I've stayed at The Old Bridge and enjoyed it very much. The food was good. Can't speak for the bar, since all I've had from it was a cuppa.
Also stayed at The Rooms at the Nook. No restaurant, just breakfast, rooms were very nice.
It was Michael, himself, not the children, if any, whom his wife was out on the streets searching for, thinking he was lost. No amount of care from the children would have substituted for his presence.
I can't imagine The Lost Weekend in color. It wouldn't have been nearly as terrifying, especially the scene in which the hallucination of a bat squeezing out of a crack in the plaster wall appears.