It’s a Sunday in 1989, what are you doing?

[Moaningturtle1]

I would have spent the morning playing out probably on my roller skates. I’d be able to smell roast dinners cooking from all the houses on the street.

Then to my nan and grandads for a roast, played with my cousins and had Sunday tea (cake, crisps, trifle, nothing savoury in sight!).

Home to watch something like The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I would then have my only bath and hair wash of the week and mum would brush and dry my hair in front of the fire watching Antiques Roadshow.

May 1989 I would have been revising for my finals. Exams finished on 31 May. One of my mates in our student house share would cook a roast for the 6 of us to eat together in the evening. We took it in turns.

I have Like a Prayer playing on my Walkman - it's not a Sony though :( Bush I think it was.

Mum and Dad out for the day, most likely in bed with the boyfriend. grin]

Getting pregnant.

Riding lesson early in the morning - hopefully going out on a ride, rather than training in the field.

Then tea at my Granny's. She might have got one of the long blocks of ice cream in a box that could be sliced up and encased by 2 wafers, but the bar fire will be on and she will be warming it up slightly by its base because otherwise "it will be too cold."

Games of cards and dominoes with matchstick bits for chips, or winnings, or something. Snooker or football on on the background with the sound off.

Pretty much exactly the same and I read Bunty every Sunday as my grandparents would buy it for me.

Sunday school in the morning while dad was singing in the church choir. Then home for dinner for around 2pm. Free time til 6ish so I was prob'ly down the park with mates padding in the stream, getting stung by nettles and avoiding the white dog poo on the way home walking barefoot cos my feet were all gross by then.

Unless it was cold and wet. Then we would watch a film after lunch and play lego.

Lying on my second hand sofa in my brand new little house ( I bought it by myself) watching Sunday afternoon film and recovering from a hangover.

Recovering in bed with a hangover.

Loving the Sunday memories, it’s the only day of the week I feel any nostalgia for.

The year I was born.... apparently I screamed and never slept so probably a combination of the two on a Sunday

Supposed to be revising, but hungover at a friend's house instead

I would probably have been travelling away from the city where I worked to see friends dotted round the country.

And in spring/summer 1989 would have been watching the news pretty assiduously as revolutions in Europe (Germany, Hungary) and China (Tiananmen protests) were building up

And then the Iron Curtain fell later that year - bringing what we thought was a new and better era.

I'd have been 4 or 5, bored a d waiting my my dad's parents to come here for Sunday tea or waiting to go to theirs. We had sunday lunch then dinner was sandwiches, crusty buttered bread, salad buffet type thing. But mostly it was the feeling of boredom.

Eating, sleeping & pooping. I was born end of '89.

Preparing the following week's lessons.

Church in the morning. Riding my bike or roller skates around the neighbourhood in the afternoon.

Coming home from staying at the flat of a boyfriend who was horrible and so unsuitable for me. Standing at the bus stop in Glasgow , no shops open, place deserted. Going back to my mums, until i moved out again.
Thank god it isnt 1989.

Church, roast, homework, mucking around at home. Feeling terrible about getting bus back to boarding school

Wouldn’t do same to dc

Working in a bar in America. I did every Sunday as nobody else wanted to.

Looking after my 1 month old little boy.

Sleeping off a hangover or working.

My mother was 9 years old in 89' so Im doing whatever she is lmao

Working on my dissertation. Shops all closed. I might have been trying to perfect my coffee-making skills with my new French press.

Your mum was born in 1980? God, I suddenly feel a thousand years old!!