In our house, every Friday was Friday-Tidy. On return from school the three of us had to spend the entire afternoon getting our bedrooms truly spotless before mum and dad got home. On inspection - and approval - by dad we would be gifted £1 (latterly £2 I think?) to buy sweets for the weekend.
Every Friday, cash in hand, we'd all pile into the car and head down to the sweet shop where we'd spend ages picking and choosing various sweeties. Sylvia, the wonderful owner who still knows and chats to us all today, would then dutifully weigh out our choices into little white paper bags. They'd be guarded and monitored and nibbled at for the duration of the weekend!
We didn't get any other pocket money (chores weren't rewarded in my house!) so when I fell in love with a pair of blue velvet platform shoes at age 15, costing £40!, I was told to go get a job if I really, truly wanted them. I immediately applied to Schuh, secured my Sunday job and bought the shoes with my first pay cheque and my 40% discount! So began a shoe affliction that has cost me thousands ever since...and the end of my Friday-Tidy pocket money.