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.

I'm 5 years old and it's my Sunday to be at my nans house for the day while my little sister stays with my mum and dad. She'd always make me a lovely roast dinner and then we'd press flowers together and play football at the garages in the alleyway at the back of her house.
Before it was time to go home we'd always play a game of ludo or snakes and ladders.
My uncle would often be watching grandstand smoking in the front room and I always used to be fascinated by his ashtray that made a little whirring sound.
Nothing wildly exciting but I used to love going to my nan's house when I was young.

Doing homewoke/visiting DGP who spend entire time talking about cousins and who expect us to sit in quiet or having bath or reading.

Later I'd be dreading Monday at secondary school and even now hearing ITV Poirot music can make me feel sad as often last thing allowed to do before bed was watch it - so going up to bed Sunday to that song was part of life.

Church in the morning, home for lunch as a family, we would probably have gone a walk as a family, had a Sunday roast for dinner then visited my gran after dinner.

Similar to OP. Though I didn't get my rollerblades until '92.

I'd have been 6 or 7, depending on the month. So playing out somewhere on rhe estate we lived on. Possibly on a bike. In for a roast at 3pm and then back out again.

Bath night on Sunday, ready for school the next day.

Probably my GCSE coursework. Then taping the top 40 later on.

I was 2 and living in Italy, I would have probably been visiting my grandma with my mum or getting taken on a walk in the fields or to look at the chickens. My cousin would have been a new born so not fun to play with yet and DBro hadn't been born yet.

Food wide I only liked my pasta plain with no sause. For pudding I remember liking dipping savoiardi biscuits into yoghurt, either that or slices of pear with cream cheese on top.

I'm 27 and probably wander to the shops get the paper. Then just chill out. Work was my social life at the time, so no reason to meet up outside of it really. I wasn't much of a shopper. Parents/family lived abroad. I owned my flat and had a flatmate but was happier when he was out.

I was 2 so napping or playing in the garden

Thinking about work the following day - though I was about eight months in to a job I loved, so there was no sense of dread.

I am a teenage single mum of a 2yr old little girl. I am a year into my nurse training and I am either on a ward or I am doing mummy stuff at home. I trained for three years with little help and I look back at it all and think ‘how the fuck did I do it!?’

Getting ready to drive back to London from home. Had a flat in Eardley Crescent paid for n'y work - was a senior consultant with a software house.

I am 29 years old and on a Sunday I would be with my 18 month old DD. Her Dad would have been with us if not working. We may have gone for a walk or to visit either set of grandparents.

Toddling around, playing with toys probably. Maybe watching my dad in the garden. Roast for dinner.

I walk to my church youth group and spend the morning there. Afternoon probably visiting grandparents or family friends then evening was another church youth group.

I was 8 months pregnant!!. On a Sunday I would have been at my dgm's house having lunch. I was only 17 and she was really supportive and had been knitting with gusto!! Every visit was a bag of something woolly and full of love to take home.

I do know that at this time, 33 years ago, a pen pal from England brought his best friend to visit me in Texas to attend my high school graduation. We did sightseeing and had an excellent time together and we are still friends.

I also met and was dating the man who became my first husband and father to my oldest child. I was probably out with him on a usual Sunday evening throughout 1989 not doing much but hanging out, watching tv, etc...

Newly wed, trying to establish a garden and decorate a house on a shoestring.

Revising for lower 6th exams. Very stressed indeed.

I’m 11. Would most likely have spent lunchtime in a royal British legion with packets of scampi fries and a few lemonades whilst my parents got merry with their friends.

Then home, couple of hours building camps in the woods…roast dinner, then a bath before starting to dread school the next day!

Still out at a friends place from Saturday night!

Either round a friend's house (the preferable option) or at home waiting for my physically + emotionally abusive stepdad to kick off over something trivial and start into my mother. Although on the plus side my mother only drank ('secretly') on weekdays, so there was that. In hindsight I'm really grateful for a particular friend's parents who tolerated me pretty much living at their house, largely I think because they were a really big family & didn't much notice an extra one!

I was 18 - after August I would have been in Australia

I was 9, watching black beauty, little house on the prairie and eastenders repeat, roast dinner and a visit to my Nan on Sunday afternoon. Bath on a Sunday evening, the clothes show, antiques road show this was almost identical for years until I was a teenager.
I watched so much tv back then, I can't stand it now.

I was in my last year at university so I should have been finishing my dissertation and preparing for finals but I was probably in the SU bar with my mates, sleeping off a hangover or at the beach. Ah, those were the days...

I'd be in the house playing Lego or messing about in the garden. Maybe some homework as well as I had newly started at secondary school and my parents still cared at that point.

I absolutely wouldn't have been allowed out with the "common children" who were allowed to play in the street.

I would have had my weekly bath and hair wash <boak> and be packed off to bed while it was still light and the "common children" were all still playing outside.

As a PP said, my abiding memory is of the utter boredom of it all.