How were the Sunday evenings of your youth?

[Mrsemcgregor]

Mine consisted of a bath and hair wash, nightie and slippers on in front of the gas fire, a “Sunday tea” which consisted of chopped apple, cheese and bread and butter triangles. Usually eaten while watching a BBC family drama such as The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, or The Borrowers. Possibly a bit of Antiques Roadshow (which I found a bit boring).

In my teen years I would be upstairs trying to record my favourite songs from the Pepsi Max top 40 with Dr Fox.

What about you?

horrid tinned salmon sandwiches with bones, fruit cocktail and evaporated milk for tea, then some television till i could go upstairs and try to beat the dj recording top twenty records off the radio onto cassettes , bath hair wash and bed no shops open during the day except newsagents for my mom to get the news of the world

There was always some soap omnibus on in the afternoon either Eastenders or Coronation Street I would watch whilst doing my homework. I remember having a bath then Last of the summer wine/Antiques Roadshow and Heartbeat. Heartbeat was a particular favourite as I had a massive crush on Nick Berry.

Yes I had the Sunday night dread, the theme tune to Songs of Praise always triggered it, even now.

I still cannot stand the sight of tinned grapes/cherries. They were just so disgusting

I didn't know you could buy tinned grapes. My memory of grapes when I was growing up was that they weren't seedless, and you had to spit the pips out (yuck)

Grim all round.

Parents gardening most of the day.
Me or sibling washing DF’s car for 7/6d (ages ago).
Evening roast dinner, usually beef, nearly always with cabbage.
Homework done at breakfast-room table (only room in the house that was always warm even in winter since the solid fuel boiler was in there) with Radio Luxembourg on. (You can tell how long ago that was.)

In mid teens Sundays were so unbelievably boring - everything closed then - that I and a few friends were desperate enough to sign up for confirmation classes (my family had never been churchgoers) since it was a reason to get out, go somewhere, anywhere. and meet friends for a natter.

Salmon sandwiches, cubed cheese, sausage rolls and trifle. Pretty sure Bullseye was on the TV ( or was that Saturday?). Bath, nightie, then Howard's Way. Pate on toast for supper or if Winter then crumpets on the fire.

Bath and hair wash. Bed at 7.15pm (still hate that.. But I was the youngest so fair enough, 10 years between me and eldest and we all had the same bedtime on a Sunday
I would record Top40 on cassette try and stop it before the dj spoke.

Most of Sunday just boring.. Mother listen to The Archers, watch The Waltons, then put toast potatoes in oven... Step dad home at 1pm, after a few pints.. Lunch at 2om, step dad step, mother annoyed, Western or black and white war film on TV... No wonder teens sniffed glue 😂😂

Same here OP. Often accompanied by a scramble to get school uniform washed!

I have very fond memories of Heartbeat!

Step dad sleeps till 6

In the US we don't have a roast and the main meal is in the evening so we used to have something my father liked, like pasta. (He worked nights but not on Sunday night.)

I was sent to a competitive private school which prided itself on how hard the schoolwork was so I used to spend all of Sunday on homework, sometimes until very late at night.

Hated Sunday evening. My mum is. Shite cook so about 5pn we’d have some sort of meat that o couldn’t identify, roast potatoes that had been done in a chip pan but had been put into cold oil so weren’t crispy but has a horrible Leather coating and vegetables that I assume were once green but were now overboiled. There was a frozen cake defrosted for afterwards. Then trying to do the homework I’d left too late. Usually the tv was ok, London’s burning, that’s life, surprise surprise, birds of a feather, so haunt me, 2.4 children. It was the utter dread of getting up for school again that ruined it.

Yes, bath and hair wash. 'Salad' tea comprising tinned vegetable salad, cold meat, cheese, salad and stuff like that.

Right up until I was really quite old my parents got away with making us go to bed really early. So we'd be allowed to watch the sitcom which was on in the 7.15-7.45 (or maybe 7.45-8.15) slot, which was usually Hi-De-Hi!, or similar. Later.on we'd be allowed to watch Howard's Way or Tenko which we became totally obsessed with. Still love it now.

Sundays were very dull in the the 80,s what made it even more dull ,was my mum had a very part time job collecting Marketing data we would have to drive to random housing estate,s once or twice a month on a Sunday ,where my mum had to knock on a certain amount of doors and do a questionnaire ,so myself and my sister and Dad would be sat in the car for what seemed like hours Fortunately she got a full time office job when I was 8 or 9 .

Antiques roadshow with beans and melted cheese on toast! Yum!
Bath, come downstairs to fire to get dressed. Bed. Dad would make up a bedtime story. His stories were great. I wish he had written them down. I can hardly remember them now.

Sunday day time was spent at my Nanny and Grandad’s. Which was fine until we got a computer and I wanted to be home playing that rather than watching TV there. Nanny would cool dinner. Bus home at about 5.
Prawn or salmon sandwich for tea and then a bath where my mum would check for nits meaning a burning scalp.
Then a mad rush to get everything ready as we had PE on a Monday morning. Often I couldn’t find bits I needed and I still feel stressed on a Sunday now thinking about it. Then heartbeat on TV knowing it was nearly Monday and school again.

We use to have cheese (and ham?) toasties and watch Bullseye. Would that have been Saturday night or Sunday night?

Sunday tea. Huge buffet every Sunday with the extended family at about 4pm. Then listening to the top 40 on radio 1 at 7pm followed by supper of cheese on toast. We had already had cooked breakfast, roast dinner and buffet tea no wonder why we got fat!

Then bath and hair wash allowed to stay up for That's Life then bed.

Bullseye was on a Sunday ,I know this as when we visited my paternal grandparents it was always on a Sunday and they watched Bullseye .

Bath and hair wash, Bullseye on telly, high tea.

We had our dinner in the early evening and I get a sudden memory of roast potatoes when I hear the Antiques Roadshow theme tune.

It was usually a day spent at home. No cable or sky TV so I played all day, painting or doing jigsaws. My mum would always make a roast beef dinner. My dad would settle down to watch antiques roadshow which bored me as a child. I would get my bath, hair washed and my pyjamas were laid out in front of the fire for me getting out. Watched Heartbeat then bed.

I wish I could go back in time and relive one of those days.

Similar, except tinned salmon or princes tinned ham

When i was very little, it was bath and hair wash then tuna toasties for tea. I seem to remember watching the holiday programme. As we got older, we started having a Sunday roast in the evening. I remember the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and also antiques roadshow and last of the summer wine. In the first couple of years of secondary school, I remember the rising panic at the realisation that I had left my maths homework to the last minute yet again. I even remember going to wake my poor parents in floods of tears at some ungodly hour because I really couldn't do it!

Not Sunday evenings but I remember how exciting it was when I was about 11 and they started to allow the shops to open. Only Woolies was open in our town so I used to walk with my friends to get pick and mix and then we would walk home eating them.

DH and I made up this little ditty to the tune of Antiques Roadshow:

It's Sunday night
It's time for work
To polish your shoes
And iron your shirt

I think that's as far as we got with lyrics, but Antiques Roadshow basically sums up Sundays.

As a child, my Sunday evenings were boiled eggs and soldiers followed by bread & jam and maybe cake.

Slight knotty feeling in stomach about school the next day, even though I enjoyed school, particularly primary.

Where the Heart Is on TV.

If my grandparents had visited then I'd go in the car with my dad to take them home (probably a 40 minute round trip). I found this particularly exciting in winter when it was dark.

As a teenager, listening to the top 40 and waiting to hear what song had climbed to number one. None of the straight in at number one nonsense in my day