We did a job a few years ago on a site adjoining a white working-class council estate. When I say working-class I mean of course non-working-class; barely any of the gobby, chippy semi literate squabbling tenants actually worked. They complained that our plant was waking them up, and could we keep it quiet until 10am or so? Anyway, the kids from the estate turned out to be more amenable than their parents, and were soon on bantering terms with the lads on site, running errands and even banking delivery vehicles. One day the site manager asked them why a usually cheerful lad was sitting off by himself in deep despondency. "His parents are chucking him out the day after his birthday" they explained; at sixteen, unless he was in education, his child benefit would stop and unless in employment he couldn't make the difference up. If he wasn't bringing in money, he was out. And they meant it. The rest of the kids thought it maybe a bit extreme, but by no means uncommon. Not all animals love their offspring. And of course he'd qualify for a Housing Association bedsit or shared dwelling, with Housing Benefit to pay the bill.