On the subject of the passageway between two houses - we always call them back passages!! As in , 'oh, leave your bike in the back passage.' Slightly reminiscent of a Billy Connolly joke for years ago! 
Whatever happened to polo necks?
What would you do if this was your cat?
) yet funnily enough we had a parlour! That was the front room which was mostly not used while we all squashed into the kitchen. Across the yard was the back kitchen which had the only (cold) tap. Toilet down the yard- full of mould and spiders. I never closed the door and spent as little time in there as I could-little wonder I'm terrified of spiders and have had life long constipation. No bathroom of course. When I think back I honestly don't know how my dear Mum managed.

