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.

That sounds really lovely.

Spend the day working at my weekend job - usually hung over. Probably catching up on some coursework or revision for College the next day in the evening.

probably out with mates during the day, home for sunday lunch and bath night. Then recording the top 40 off the radio I should think. Last minute rush to get homework done and iron my uniform.

Church in the morning, then Sunday lunch and finish off homework/get packed before going back to boarding school. We used to have to get there by 6pm, and then hang out in each other’s rooms until bedtime.

Probably looking after my 4mth old baby brother and the rest of my siblings either at home or more likely in the room above my dads shop - whilst parents were working, they did stocktake/ repairs/cleaning etc on Sundays as the shops didn't open on a Sunday back then.

We did church first thing because I sang in the choir

Sundays were the best because I got my horse fix!

I'd have had my riding lesson in the morning then spent the rest day helping at the stables in the hope I might get a ride in return for mucking out and helping the little kids.

Lunch would have been eaten sitting on hay bales in the barn. In warm weather sandwiches, and a penguin bar, with a bottle of cordial, probably vimto. If it was really hot the bottle would have been in the freezer so it was cold, and might have been supplemented by a drink from the hose pipe. If it was cold weather the vimto would be hot in a pink plastic flask. I might have had a flask of soup or a pot noodle if it was really bitter.

I would have come home filthy, smelly and tired at tea time. I'd be starving but had to get washed and changed before I had Sunday dinner (normally a roast).

Then I probably would have played with my sister for a bit then read my book (probably a Jinny or Jill or Follyfoot book) before bed. I can't remember Sunday night TV before heartbeat and I think that was 90s.

We'd probably be eating fish and chips on the seafront in Hunstanton.

everyone who had a shit time.
I was taping the Top 40 and knew everything in the charts in minute detail. I would be dreading school together with my mate while hanging out in the park, or each other’s bedrooms, talking about our friends and boys, trying to avoid our siblings.

Sleeping off a hangover in London. I had a brief Four Weddings / Bridget Jones lifestyle from 1987 - 1992.

Looking after my baby.

Madly in love, engaged, still in love and happily married 28 years later, with two grown up adult kids. Loved the 80’s.

When I read the thread title, the first thing I thought of was boredom!

Saturday I had swimming or ballet class and I'd play out with my friends. But Sundays were Sunday school followed by a roast dinner. No kids TV and my friends were usually having Sunday dinner at families houses. Boring!

Getting over the night before, in bed with a minor pop star, ignoring my uni studies. Get up around mid-day, go for a walk on Wimbledon Common, lunch at one of the pubs. Not a care in the world. Sigh.

Church, Sunday school, then to Nan and Grandad's for Sunday lunch. Home, shower, hair dried ready for school.

I would be either working a shift as a student nurse at the local psychiatric hospital or A/E or sleeping after a very late night partying. I was a 22 year old party animal 🤣

Being on call for an eighty hour continuous shift as a junior doctor, (Friday morning to Monday evening) while 6 months pregnant.
The NHS was gruelling in those days.

I would have been 16. Probably writing a paper. I was taking a heavy course load and involved in several academic clubs, the school orchestra, and had a part-time job. I never had a free moment.

Similar to the OP. May in 1989.

I'd have been playing out on the estate all morning. Maybe we'd have walked round to mu granddads for an hour. It would have been a 3pm Sunday Roast. Afternoon would be homework and baths (and my dad would spend a good half an hour segmenting and brushing my really long hair. Looking back he was probably de-licing me )

Youngest sibling would have been 6 months and as an (almost) 9yo I was a very willing volunteer.

Something crap and boring on TV in before bed It seems unimaginable that we only had 4 channels and couldn't just find a film to watch My kids cannot comprehend that I used to live like that.

I used to find Sunday's boring. I wasn't allowed back out after dinner and used to moan about it but mum would always sort out board games / activities for us all to do. We'd be in the garden in nicer weather after baths and homework. Toasted cheese sandwiches for supper.

God, that really made me miss my mum 😓

Well I would have had three children under 8 so would probably have been completely knackered. We could all have been at a cricket match as DH played village cricket and most of the grounds were lovely. Though I often had to do the teas.

Working at the end of my 3 years training as a registered general nurse on a&e. Loved it🤗

I was chilling in my mother's womb.

I was 6...
Sundays were spent visiting grandparents, we used to walk the few miles home as it was a choice between bread and milk or bus fare. The afternoon would have been spent baking and we would be allowed to bring it home for tea.
We used to make corned beef slice, quiches and a cake/fruit scones.
Then we could play out in the back alley with friends on our bikes or roller skates.
Afterwards bath time.

Looking after my three year old. Probably with my parents as my then partner would have been AWOL. Probably with OW. Not realising that it was my mum's last year of life. If only I had known about mum and partner.

Sorry to everyone that has bad memories. I hope life is happy for you all now.