Being one of six children was quite difficult when I was young -five brothers and me!
My parents linked mine and all of my brothers pocket money to chores.
I remember that my chores always took place on a Sunday. They usually involved preparing for, and clearing up from the family Sunday lunch. I remember sitting out on what seemed like endless long hot summer Sunday mornings on the garden step, with a bucket shelling pea pods, chopping mint, and cutting the top and tails from the gooseberries that had all been home grown in my dad’s allotment.
Sunday lunches tasted so good back then, and I certainly knew that by the time I had washed and cleared away eight lots of dishes, I had certainly worked for my pocket money.