It's Sunday. Remember when they were different?

[Njordsgrrrl]

The über protestant away over the cattle grid in the Highlands is taking zero chances not being able to worship on a Sunday with the snow by making the minister stay overnight.

Remember when Sunday was absolutely different from Saturday? Saturday was Happy Days on the telly! And experimental food like melon or pizza.

Sunday there were no shops open and I'd see all my pals out playing on the way to Mass and they'd all be in on the way back. I did a lot of reading iirc.

Ugh yes. Church, Sunday dinner and then be quiet until Songs of Praise. Tedium and more tedium.

Songs of Praise! That screams Sunday to me.

Dont forget antiques roadshow - a true highlight!

Yup. Every Sunday lasted longer than the preceding Monday to Saturday combined. Sorry for those who have to work but am glad to see them gone.

Sunday's used to drag.. only good things was a Sunday dinner and top 40 on radio.
Now it's just a get ready for the week ahead day

Sundays when I was a child - my mum cooking all morning, Sunday roast, my dad falling asleep in front of the TV showing Formula 1, Antiques Roadshow, Songs of Praise. Utter dullsville. Thank goodness we don't do all that now. Sunday is another Saturday for us.

Oh yes...Melodies for you, Family Favourites, Bonanza and Star Soccer.
Followed by Stars on Sunday.
Utter boredom all day, everything closed .
Trying to find a bit of the paper that you haven't read.
But we always had a slice of Mum's rice pudding to look forward to

Hated Sundays when I was a kid. Boring and monotonous.

Mum going to church, rushing home to make lunch (dad had no idea), me and my brother being sent to Sunday school 🙄😴 then home to us all preparing to go to my grandparents for tea. Loved that bit as i got to see my cousins. Tea was always Hovis with cheese, tinned fruit and that thick cream in a tin and a pot of tea. Then being forced to sit in the living room with grandad smoking fags one after the other 🤢

I always felt so sorry for my DM...she worked (as did DD) then had to race around town like a loon on Saturday and then we sat around and did very little on Sunday. (Glorious roasts but we now do that here so that hasn’t changed!).

They were longer. We didn’t go to church, but the parents usually gardened. Pilchards on toast for tea. The Top 40.

Even in the south of England with very very atheist parents they were still as dull as fuck.

The worst Sundays were the ones followed by a bank holiday Monday.

Oh and DM never ever cooked. Her argument, and it is a good one, is that ever other bugger had the day off so why shouldn’t she.

I used to go to the shop in the next village for a quarter of sweets and then make them last the rest of the day while reading the children’s section of the Sunday Times.

Oh God I hated Sundays as a kid.

Mass, songs of praise and back to school blues!

Even when I left school, the pubs used to close at 10.30pm and that pissed me off too

Oh my god they were so looooooong and teeeeeeedious hours upon hours of feck all, followed by the Waltons, formula fricking one and Songs of Praise.

Where I live most shops are shut, just little supermarkets which close at 2pm. Sundays are for films, Lego, walks on the beach with the dog, walks in the hills with a picnic, meeting friends at the fleamarket by the cathedral and having a vermouth or 4 doing puzzles, playing boardgames.

Lovely.

1980s/1990s, not so enjoyable.

Yes - a dull and depressing day when I was very young.

The shops shut at lunchtime on Saturday and didn’t open again until Monday morning. Weekends were quite tedious - especially in the winter. It did mean that I did my homework though, because it was more interesting than any feasible alternative.

I love lazy Sunday's at home! Life is so busy Monday - Saturday that we need some down time.

Laundry, cooking a roast, church. The DC doing homework. Natural History programmes and Radio 4 are all highlights to me. I'll also throw in bubble baths and an early bedtime with a book - heaven!

Space 1999 on telly, the smell of overboiled cabbage.

Sometimes we'd go out on a drive somewhere with a picnic & flask of tea. Three adults smoking in a car with the heating on full blast and the windows rolled up. Grim. Most times we'd drive up to the local moors (about 15 miles away), stare at the hills while eating outlet butties, pack up and drive home. Out about an hour and a half.

Parents going to the pub until lunch time shut down.

Bath night.

I was thinking this only this morning when I was in my car , the traffic ridiculous ( I live near a retail park ) that years ago no traffic before shops opened on a Sunday.

My mum doing the ironing and listening to sing something simple on the radio. Then taping the top 40 afterwards in my bedroom.

Wore without church to get one out of the house - it was one of the advantgaes of being in Brownies and Guides, because otherwise it would be

Up to mother with the TV on in the living room, a radio on in the living room and a radio on a different station in the kitchen
Breakfast, mother with the TV on in the living room, a radio on in the living room and a radio on a different station in the kitchen
Sitting in a chair, mother with the TV on in the living room, a radio on in the living room and a radio on a different station in the kitchen
Dinner with just the TV and one radio on
If I was lucky, a movie on TV. Double bonus if the other radio got switched off so I could hear the TV
More TV
Songs of Praise
Bath
Tea
TV
TV
Bed

It improved once I got to 14 and was permitted to use the iron and go up to my room. Although only after I flipped out at the screamed 'you're doing it wrong' from the person who never ironed and thereafter insisted upon doing the ironing in my bedroom. That meant I could replace the last 'TV' with 'Radio and ironing'.

Mass
Sunday roast
Formula 1 if a race was on
Top 40, with a blank tape at the ready
Dreading school the next day

Oh, and Sunday was hair washing night