I risk giving the impression that I subscribe to the Victorian school of parenthood but I'm not a fan of paying children an allowance just because...and I refuse to pay them for doing their everyday chores, clearing the table, making their own beds,
massaging their mothers feet... I WISH!
Inevitably, this has led to some inventive ways of earning the odd buck (after all there's only so many times you can wash the car), I've had a dinner party Butler, a birthday Pool Man/Lifeguard, a weeding incident that decimated the veggie patch and some meals, so inventive that even Nigella would struggle to describe them!
The latest entrepreneurial scheme; I'm donning the one and only pair of patched leggings for an exercise session with my very own Personal Trainer, aged 14. The term 'cacking it' springs to mind here as he is a rugby playing, skateboarding, lean, mean sporty machine and I'm more roadkill than gym bunny, but he's promised to treat me gently and refrain from rolling his eyes, at least while I'm looking.There's a folder, index cards and a handwritten weight loss diary, all complied by Oz...I have to say I'm very impressed.
Less impressive perhaps is Alf's idea that he uses the results and a few before and after photo's as his science fair project,
HOW ABOUT NOOOOOO!!
A Google Images BEFORE and AFTER