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.

Jam on toast for supper done under the eye level grill. But I'd only let my dad make it as he was the only one who did my toast right.

Oh and Radio 1 for Fluff fucking Freeman. My dad used to say 'he was old when I was young'.

From the age of 14 I worked in a pub on a Sunday.

Germany, at least Catholic south Germany where we live, is still like this. We got so bored today we started playing sodding board games. It's all right in the summer, as the pools and stuff are open, but in the winter it's like that Smiths song.

Dull as fuck in the 60s and 70s.
Dad would go to the pub before lunch, which mum cooked in a resentful seething fashion
Nana always came and tgey got pissed on gin and watched an old film in the afternoon.
Dad would take me for a run in the car.
Tea was tinned salmon sandwiches ...horrible....and tinned fruit and evap.
Sunday bath and hairwash...no shower. Just a jug.

@toomuchtooold same here in ‘next door’ I love it but I’m not here permanently. Went on 2 massive walks.

Nothing open, museums, galleries in the pm only. A grim, dreary, and for family reasons, fraught, days. It took me years not to feel utter dread about them.

For some reason my dad (a burly engineer) would never miss the Clothes Show on a Sunday afternoon! So we’d watch that together.

For us it was Church, followed by a thick lentil soup then Little House on the Prairie and reading the Sunday papers. All afternoon.
Bath and hair wash, and an early night.
I work Sundays now, and leave my DH to do football matches/ birthday parties/ homework etc. They're not as dull as the Sundays of my youth, but I'd still probably rather be at work!

Midsomer how could I have forgotten that feeling of dread? But I had until I read that. As above, dad would go to the pub. Mum would cook for about 2.30, he'd roll in drunk 3.30 to 4 ish. There would be a row etc. I couldn't bring myself to cook a Sunday roast for years. In fact, I think it's only the new Sundays with transport and people around that have dispersed the dread that used to be part of the day.

Mum cleaning the house
Visiting grandparents late morning
Home for roast dinner
Play out with friends
In for a bath, supper of cheese on toast.
Lion, witch and the wardrobe on tv

When I think of my childhood Sunday's they bring me the most feeling of "safe" as a child.

Last of the summer wine then bed

I'm pretty sure this is just Scottish thing, but remember Glen Michael's Cavalcade...with the cartoons and odd speaking lava-lamp thing?! Must have a look on google, see if it's how I remember.
And a drive to our aunt's for dinner which was pretty much always a bowl of pea & ham soup (with a swirl of cream and a parsley garnish) for a starter.
Or a drive to gran's...by the sea. Coal fires and 10p mix-ups and a bag of chips on the way home.

We used to go to my GParents on a Saturday (it was the only day they'd let us visit . They never went out. They had no TV , only a radio. It would've made no difference to them if we went on a Friday night , but no. )

So we got back about midnight on the Saturday .
Church on the Sunday morning. Had to dress up 'nice'
My mates all watching TV and having a lie -in.

Home for dinner
Parents went to Church again in the evening.
TV
Any last minute homework

Then , when my DSis was doing exams, she was excused Church.
I started cooking Sunday Dinner (as my way of escaping Church) and it sudden;y became my 'job'

DSis escaped trips to G/Parents , I started cleaning up (kitchen, bathroom) so that became my 'job' (I shot myself in the foot there)

Managed to watch things like Charlies Angels though .

Taping the charts was something. I still hear eighties songs in my head with whatever the DJ was saying superimposed on the music.

I have found my people!

Sundays were truly shit and so true about the ones where there was a bank holiday afterwards being even worse

Sundays were so boring. Why was tv so shit in a Sunday? Saturdays had all the good tv apart from world of sport and wrestling all flipping day, but the mornings and evenings were great.
Then Sunday had all the dullest and crappiest programmes.

Church and Sunday school in the morning
Mum and Dad cleaning
Sunday roast with a real pudding after 😍 (no yogurt or fruit like in the week, jam Roly poly or spotted dick and custard)
Homework
Taping the Top 40
Watching mum or sister play PlayStation
Watching the Darling Buds of May/Heartbeat/Only Fools and Horses in front of the electric fire in our dressing gowns with crumpets and cake for tea
Bath, hair wash, book in bed

Always thought Sunday's were boring but remember them very fondly now

I fucking hated Sundays. Dinner at 1pm. Dad in bed afterwards which was bliss as he was horrible. Mom ironing. Then sandwiches whilst the depressing Antiques Roadshow was on. So boring.
To those that hated Sundays as a child have you made tbe day more fun fir your children?

I was mainly out on my bike with friends thankfully!

Hair wash day in my childhood too. Ditto Hart to Hart.

And ITVs alternative to Songs of Praise.................Highway with Harry Secombe