I was always jealous of kids that got pocket money, no matter what the amount, as I never got any. Any coins coming my way were earned or if I got lucky I found in the street. going to the shops for neighbours earned you anything from a penny to thruppence. I distinctly remember one day, I would be about eight, running to the shops for a lady on our street { believe it or not she's still alive and almost 100 } and she gave me sixpence for going, I went home still staring at this coin not believing my luck and I made the mistake of showing it to my mother, she asked if she could borrow it and she would pay me back the next day, I agreed.....I'm still waiting!!
When I left school and got my first job I had to hand over the equivalent of 80% of my wages to my mum every week and what was left after I took out expenses for such as bus fares and the like it didn't leave me with a great deal, needless to say I didn't socialise a lot.
This is why I turn a deaf ear to people {especially the young} who bang on about how they are struggling, and how costly things are.
They seemed simpler times then, if you couldn't afford it you went without. In my mothers case and most others, stuff that had to be got on the never never took ages to pay off, thankfully in those days there was no hidden extras, no interest added for late payments, what price you bought an item for no matter how long it took to pay off that was the price you paid.
Got to go now every thing is starting to go into Sepia........