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.

Making my wedding dress.

Taping the top 40 off the radio just now. I'd recently gone veggie too and used to make my own tea on Sunday, experimenting with different recipes. I'd probably have had some sort of veggie roast for lunch and would have had to help with the washing up.

Probably in bed with my then boyfriend.

I'd have been about 16 so I'd guess - in my bedroom reading and / or listening to music.

I was never a fan of being with other people, even as a kid. 😁

Also, probably having a bath, getting into my nightie but being allowed to stay up and watch something a bit grown up with my DM - was Howard's Way still going in 89? Whatever BBC drama was going anyway.

Poking my new baby sister in the eye I imagine. (1 year between us).

Having my hair crimped for school the next day.

I should have been studying for my A Levels which were about to happen. But I would have been driving a friends to hang out, then off to the pub. No studying would have been done!

Hats off to you, @ColinRobinsonsFart - that must have been bloody hard.

Sleeping off the excesses of the night before in my room of a student house. Possibly with a random stranger who I had pulled the night before in bed next to me.

If it was sunny I'd have spent the day in the field with my pony. Poo picking, weed pulling, paddock repairs, cleaning tack, long ride. Possibly a lesson if my mate was there. Taken the dog for a walk too.
Raining would still include pony feeding and dog walking, but also crumpets dripping with butter and a cup of tea in front of the Sunday afternoon drama that was on the Beeb.

Being born! I was born on the first Sunday of 1989 😊

Living in Vienna and being very, very miserable.

Revising for the third year exams of my degree - Scotland so not my finals. May just be relaxing though as we specialised in getting back after sun up - not that late in Scotland in May TBF. Might go to church student group later. A few years earlier I'd have been doing my maths homework while listening to Janice Long.

well we’d have a ‘Sunday breakfast’ - big old fry up.

Dad would then walk down to the news agent and come back with an armful of papers and a white paper bag in which would be 2 bars of chocolate for each of us.

We’d descent like locusts and nab the chocolate and sections of the newspapers and scatter across the house. I’d sit in the study which had large bow French windows and I’d sit on the floor next to the windows with a cup of tea and my chocolate, reading the papers (I did from when I was little) and look out onto the garden (especially if not was raining).

afternoon - Glen Michaels cartoon Cavalcade would be on, and kids tv like rent a ghost, just William, metal mickey(?).

Sunday lunch

probably do homework

play in the garden -go on a picnic of it was nice

evening - there would always be a ‘good’ Sunday evening show on wouldnt there? I remember sneaking down to watch Roots (not sure if that was on a sunday) but even the credits scared the beejeezuz out of me. Was Tales of the Unexpected on then too?

In 1989 I would be visiting our local wine bar for a couple of hours before early closing.

I'd have been 2 years old, probably eating a roast dinner made by my grandma.

I'm 14 and at the weekly Sunday afternoon ice skating disco wearing neon socks. Full of energy and great music

I'd be bored in the house because Sunday is a day of rest and I shouldn't be outside making noise. So after a roast at 1.00pm on the dot I'd flick through my mum's cookbooks to see what baking I could do based on what ingredients she had in the cupboard. If I'm not doing that then I'd go with my dad and brother to help them on their Hospital Radio show from 2.00-4.00pm. Then come home for tea which consisted of toasted tea cake or crumpet and cake.

i think i had just arrived in america, North Carolina, camp america

I'm so sorry, @AutumnOrange.

This is bloody awful ☹️☹️

I’m 15. Hung out with my only friend in the horrible village we are unfortunate enough to live in. I’ve taped the top 40. Now I’m listening to all the goth/alternative albums I taped off the vinyl in the town library. Nobody understands me and parents keep telling me to turn the music down. They think I’ll grow out of the loud music, scruffy clothes and DMs. I’ll show them!

Reading the Sunday Times with a bacon sandwich and a hangover

I was 5 in May 89. On Sunday Mum would iron the school uniforms early. Then we would have Sunday roast about 2. In the afternoon we would take the dog for a walk along the canals. If it was nice weather Mum would buy ice-creams. Then would be home for sandwiches normally left over meat from Sunday Lunch, then bath and getting ready for bed.
I remember watching poirot and birds of feather on Sunday but think this was later than 89

Thanks. Don’t want to bring the thread down though! I was 13 and in 1989 it was still legal to rape your wife 🤷🏻‍♀️
My good memories are of school in 1989 - sitting on the school field watching the boy I fancied play football.
Going to the ‘Icey ’ at lunch time and getting a lolly with a strip of ice cream down each side for an extra 10p 😂
Having my first kiss outside the science block 😂
Oh and getting the 9am bus into town on a Saturday and walking around all day trying on clothes in Etam and looking through all the posters in Athena and listening to music in HMV plus giggling and following boys around the shopping centre before getting the last bus home at 5pm!
Not all bad memories