Rewards ©
By
Michael Casey
Well the wife just gave me a haircut, so I’ll have
to reward her, she did ask for £10, the same price as a haircut would be here
in Birmingham. That defeats the purpose of saving money, but it is Shanghai
logic, or is it female logic?
So how will I reward her? I may buy her a bar of chocolate
in Aldi for 30p, thus still saving £9.70, or I could be generous and buy 3 bars
of chocolate for 90p, then each of my 3 girls can have a bar each. I can get it
on the way home from the school run, when I get some more bread. We are a bread
and rice family after all.
Which brings me to chocolate, why do girls love
chocolate so much, is it because it’s more reliable than men, the weaker sex.
Or is chocolate a sin which doesn’t leave any regrets, 9 months later. I’ll let
you ponder that yourselves.
Getting back to rewards, rewards are a good idea,
you’ve cleaned the house and you want to put your feet up and ring your mates
in Taiwan, well in our house anyway. So the phone call is a reward, talking is
nice, even if there is a 7 hour time difference, and your friend was about to
go to bed.
Sorry for the interlude, I just rewarded myself
with Red Leicester on toast with a slice of ham underneath. You can use any
other meat under the cheese, or even something from your local Polish Deli, see
you didn’t know I’m a “chef” too.
Yes, rewards, having my reward, put me off telling
you about your rewards. You can reward yourself for all things great and small.
I gave myself a nice very cheap and cheerful automatic watch after I had my
procedure for my hip last Autumn. I am a lover of watches after all.
Having a reward breaks up the day, a cup of green
tea here, or a biscuit there. A sit in the sun enjoying your garden, watch out
for those squirrels though, they are garden pirates after all.
If you are
studying for those exams you must reward yourself while you revise. My nephew
is revising right now for his A levels. So you put slips of paper though-out
those text books, anybody remember the Abbot for Physics? Then when you reach that slip of paper you
get whatever you wrote on the slip of paper. A biscuit or a bar of chocolate, a
cup of tea, and so on. For every 150 pages you read you are entitled to a
reward. Don’t drown in sea of words and books, reward yourself and your mind.
My girls are not allow to play on Utube until they
have given me 100 pages. Computer or TV is a reward, once the work is done, then
and only then my girls get a reward. My small daughter read 6 books in the
Easter holidays just gone, then she could do what she liked. For her the Dolls
house is the thing she adores. She will end up as an interior designer as she
changes everything so often. And her big sister will be an architect, judging
by her tv viewing habits. And to think it all started as a simple reward.
So use rewards to your own advantage, to your kids
advantage too, then you are motivated to do what you have to do. It’s always
nicer if when you’ve done all the work you can enjoy the play. So you keep
Cadburys’ Crunchies in the fridge next
to the Stella Artois. The tv remote you hide somewhere, not in the fridge but
somewhere else. Then when the kids have done their homework you can all have
your just rewards.
Which reminds me, it’s time for my afternoon green
tea, it isn’t a reward, it’s more like hard work, but it’s good for me. Or maybe I'll get my reward in Heaven
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