i have abiding memories the squalor of living in Officers Messes, at various times between 1965 and c. 1987.
Curiously, the
luxury was at RAF Watton after my divorce, when I and my dog moved in to a suite with an en-suite bathroom.
The next tour's overheated dismal life at Uxbridge in a suite
sans en-suite was only compensated for by meeting my present wife across a dining table one evening
