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?

[Craftycorvid]

I think at least half of you were round my house circa 1982 - however did you all fit in? . I’m sorting out my late mum’s property at the moment and came across a stash of C90 cassettes from taping the charts!

And the slight dread of Sunday evenings has never quite left me, it meant school again the next day. for all of you who feel the same.

[Mrsemcgregor]

It’s very cosy imagining all these Sunday scenes!

[Herdwick]

I don't really remember pre 10yo but from the age of 10 I used to help my mum make a Sunday roast every Sunday evening from about 4pm onwards. From the age of about 13 I did the whole roast by myself whilst listening to TOTP and feeling very grown up. I used to try and tape the songs I liked so I had a mix tape to listen to for the rest of the week. I still have one somewhere and it's full of B*Witched, Boyzone, Corrs etc

I remember the kitchen (we lived on a farm) was always very warm and the windows steamed up with all the cooking. After tea I always got really bad trapped wind (still get it after a roast) and would lie on the floor in agony while everyone tutted at me (they were generally very loving but on this they though I was putting it on)

The house was kept warm with storage heaters and an open fire so we would either be hanging off a storage heater desperately doing homework or sat as a family watching Sunday night TV (antiques roadshow, Heartbeat, ballykissangel). My parents would often have a glass of wine. In winter when Dad was in earlier because it was dark mum would read books or study for her access course while the rest of us played Whist, Gin Rummy or Monopoly.

It conjures up memories of warmth, family time, music. Lovely childhood.

[Pelleas]

Very similar to you. We always had a high tea on Sunday which was a huge treat because the food my mum cooked for dinner on other nights was never very nice (typical 70s/80s fare of braised this and casseroled that). Sausage rolls, hard boiled eggs, cold meat and salad were the high spot of my week. Then when I was young it was watching my parents' choice of the three TV channels - I seem to remember Last of the Summer Wine was on a lot, and various BBC serials.

When I was older, just like pps, it was time to sidle away upstairs and go through the Network Chart Show ('with David Jensen, Britain's fastest moving music survey') that I'd taped onto a couple of C90s and fast-dub the songs I liked onto another tape to keep for posterity (and I do still have all my old cassettes in a box). This was usually accompanied by homework in my teens.

[FlamingoAndJohn]

Bath and hair wash of course.

Mother refused to cook on a Sunday because everyone else had the day off so why shouldn’t she. She was/is an amazing cook so even stuff she didn’t really bother with was amazing.
I remember dinner being something like scrambled eggs on toast, cheese and crackers or cheese on toast or in the winter crumpets/toast done on the open fire using a toasting fork.

Then That’s Life and bed.

(If Songs of Praise was on it was quickly turned off as my parents are very staunch atheists)

[Tiredmum100]

My favourite Sunday evenings were the ones where my mum and aunt went swimming and me, my sister, and our 2 cousins (all girls) would go woth our dads (brothers) to the local pub or rugby club. £1 for sweets, and we'd play on the beer Gardens. My uncle would make a hole in the top of our bottles of pops for us with his key for some reason which we loved! Then it would be back to either our house or my auntie and uncles for sandwiches with left over meat from the Sunday roast. As we got older we would we would make videos with the cam corder. Fashion shows, music videos. We all live around the world now so don't get to see each other much but they really were the best days.

[GreyGardens88]

Oooh Ballykissangel, I thought my world had ended when Assumpta got electrocuted in the pub basement

[OneWildNightWithJBJ]

Same as yours OP! Different tea, but we could eat in front of the TV which was a huge thing. I remember watching Sunday Sunday with a Gloria Hunniford too...

[OneWildNightWithJBJ]

The Gloria Hunniford, not a!

[SecretWitch]

I grew up in the US. My American father believed the height of cosy for his children’s Sunday night involved bath, prayers, popcorn, Magic Kingdom ( animal show) and for the grand finale The Wonderful World of Disney..

I always felt my stomach drop when 8 pm bedtime rolled around. Knowing another week of school was ahead made me want to cry.

[elephantoverthehill]

At aged 13+ Sunday night was gig night. Stranglers, Stiff Little Fingers, Slaughter on the Dogs, The Police, anyone and every thing. At 17+ English a'level essays to write in the afternoon, then out gigging again. My DM actively encouraged me to go so I wouldn't be hanging out with my bible basher friends.

[SpeedofaSloth]

I used to dread Mondays too, still do TBH.

[sproutsandparsnips]

Very similar to many of these! We always had a roast at lunchtime, and then we would have to be quiet while my dad listened to 'Gardener's question time'.
Bath in the evening with apple and cheese, and were allowed to stay up for the Muppet Show.
When older I went to Christian youth group and we would have tea which we all contributed to whilst listening to the top 10. Then home for Bergerac or similar!

[Snaleandthewhail]

Vicarage child. After evensong the Church treasurer would come over and have a drink with my Dad, which meant that whatever was on the tv would have to get turned off. But the chronicles of Narnia and the other Sunday tea time dramas in my mind go with the treat of being able to eat tea “on a tray”. Tinned fruit, cheese on toast. Mind you Sunday tea was also the one meal a week my sister and I were responsible for washing up for from a very very young age, and then we were expected to clean the sink area too.

Homework, lots of homework as we got older. Mind you someone I was at school with was from a family which insisted on a sabbath rest day so she wasn’t even allowed to do her homework on a Sunday. Mark Goodier.

At junior school, friends over in the afternoon sometimes. I have memories of a dressing up box and exploring in the garden.

[HeronLanyon]

My dad would make popcorn which we’d have with slices of cheese and apples.
Watching The world about us on our wooden b and w tv.
Happy days !

[hiredandsqueak]

Yes bath, hair wash and Sunday tea which was made by df. Usually egg and cress sandwiches, ice cream with smarties and a piece of cake that I had baked Saturday afternoon. We were expected to entertain ourselves quietly reading, drawing and colouring so dm and df could relax.

[Noswaithdda]

I had an unfortunate habit of only coming up with something interesting to do on a Sunday evening (bit of a book I'd want to finish, game to enjoy).

[LemonadeFromLemons]

A tray in the living room with our tea on (crumpets to toast on the fire, cherry tomatoes, salami, cheese) watching Last of the Summer Wine, Antiques Roadshow and Songs of Praise. Getting told off for sitting too close to the fire, told we’d get chillblains.

[WinWinnieTheWay]

Roast
BBC family Drama
Bath
Bed

When I was a teenager, I'd have dinner and then go upstairs to do my homework and feel blue about Monday.

[Knittedfairies]

Jess Yates and 'Stars on Sunday' - it was the dreariest, most depressing programme ever. I loathed Sunday evenings...

[barbrahunter]

@Soonbechrimbo

Spend the afternoon/evening tip towing around my father and not daring to make any noise (breathing too heavy) etc for fear he would kick off aggressively. Ahh happy childhood memories. It was always worse at the weekends.

Ah yes! Another awful thing about childhood sundays: the presence of one's father in the house. This meant that you couldn't really be relaxed because you never knew if he would start being unpleasant to you.

[coldwarenigma]

Ours were Sunday afternoon drama on TV, tea was something light, sandwich or 'hotdogs' a sausage wrapped in a slice of bread! We then had a board games hour followed by bath. After our bath TV until bedtime.
This thread is making me feel nostalgic!

[Wowcherarestalkingme]

Similar to yours op. Bath and hair washed, then sat downstairs in pjs and dressing gown while my hair dried learning my spellings for the Monday morning test. Mum would be ironing our uniforms and dads work shirts for the week and something dull like the antiques roadshow was on TV. Sunday was a day of endless boredom during childhood I seem to remember.

[Bishoprick]

Recording the best bits of the Charts on Radio One after it switched onto FM (following some churchy thing on Radio 2 - the BBC Singers or something - it took up the FM bit of the radio until the Charts).

Failing to do homework while faffing around trying to record the best bits of the Charts onto a cassette.

Crisp sandwiches, as my lovely mum evidently thought the day was over after Sunday lunch.

Baths.

My DC will probably remember:

Toast for tea (because their lovely mum couldn't be arsed after not having cooked a Sunday lunch)

Baths

Hair-washing and drying, ready for school on Monday.

[Strokethefurrywall]

Sunday afternoon/evenings consisted of me hearing the theme tune to Antiques Roadshow and realizing with an awful drop in my stomach that I'd not done my physics homework for Monday morning...

Even now (and I don't live in the UK!) I can't hear the theme tune to antiques roadshow without getting that sinking feeling. That and Last of the Summer Wine. Fucking awful show.