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.

Same 😂

Doing my homework (I was very good at that age, no way could I be added now!)
5 - 7 pm, listening to the charts and recording my favourite songs.
Rereading Smash Hits, (especially articles about Brother Beyond )😬
Pretty much spending all my time in my bedroom only surfacing for dinner.

I would have spent the morning at church.. Helping at Sunday school D then helping at church coffee.
Then home for lunch and homework and clarinet practice.
Probabaly had something like a Bernard mathews roast and banana crunch for tea.
Then off out to young people's church.
Most of my sunday age 13 was not what I wanted to do 😂

Coming home on the bus dishevelled having lost my virginity to class dickhead in lower sixth.

Probably a bit of binging/puking as full on anorexia transitioning into bulimia by that point and doing some half hearted homework or lines learning for a play I was in.

Crap times tbh.

If it’s spring/summer we’d have been caravanning somewhere, so packing up and driving home. Squabbling in the back of the car over tapes and Walkmans, no doubt.

Homework in the afternoon, I’d have washed my hair and possibly treated myself to a hot oil treatment!

Church youth club in the evening, desperately hoping my step-brother’s friend might notice my silky hair, my Tammy Girl top or Heather shimmer lippy.

Probably recovering from a hangover 🍾

Eating Lego

@AutumnOrange I'm sorry you went through that but this is meant to be a nice, nostalgic, lighthearted thread! Did all that really need to be shared? Comes across a bit attention seeky... Sorry but it does.

Church, roast, homework, maybe a walk by the sea. Sunday evening tv, an open fire if it was cold. My sister & used to do face packs sometimes.

@Moaningturtle1 my 1989 Sunday was pretty much exactly the same as yours apart from the Sunday roast at grandparents as mine had all passed away by then. My Sunday roast was at home instead. was lucky enough to have a bath on a Wednesday aswell as Sunday. I also remember the clothes show being on a Sunday which I bloody hated and the southbank show. And trying to be quiet and so mum would forget I was still up so I could watch that's life with Esther rantzen lol. I always hated Sundays as it meant school again the next day and TV was rubbish.

I was 30, married with boys aged 8 and 5. We used to go to my mum & dad's most Sundays, have a bit of tea there. How I often wish I had those times again.

That’s not a very nice thing to say is it. I am sorry you are that kind of person.
The OP asked what others were doing in 1989 on a Sunday. So I shared mine as I am
allowed to do. I did clarify in my next post what nice memories I have of other days of the week in 1989.

Not existing. Weird isn't to think that we didn't exist at one point, where we slugs instead? Or atoms flying around space? Who knows. 😂

Please tell me I'm not the only one who ponders weird things like this.

I was 11 and had only a few weeks of primary school left before going to 'big school' in September. Sundays I always hated, it was that 'nearly back to school' gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that started about lunchtime and got progressively worse throughout the day. I was probably finishing any homework that needed to be handed in, and watching telly. We never did anything on the weekend. Egg and chips for tea, Bullseye on the telly, bath, bed.

I was most likely playing outside in the fields and due my weekly Sunday bath, aged 9. 🙈

I would have been a few months old so sleeping, eating, babbling etc doing what babies do

I was 9 in 1989 and I used to go my Grandparents with my Dad and my Mum stayed at home cooking a roast. I used to go to a shop and buy boost bars and eat them at my Grandparents. Went home for roast and my mum telling me off for not eating much (too many boost bars) and then going for a drive. Can't remember where but don't think shops were open on a Sunday. Antiques roadshow, points of view, and the tune of heartbeat reminds me of Sunday nights but that may not have been 1989 though!

I’m living in Hyde Park in Leeds revising for my finals at university. It’s a boiling hot summer so we’re spending a lot of time studying outdoors in the park. My housemates are complete twats apart from my BF. We have a lovely husky dog living with us though, she’s called Tikka. After my exams I’m going to live with my big sister for a bit then in August go get the job I will do for the next 30 years or so.

Probably Sunday lunch with my parents followed by meeting my friends down the shops to furiously smoke 10 cigarettes between 5 of us - sharing each one to make it last.

Then having to be home by 9 while my friends were allowed to stay out until 10.30. Going home and reading George Orwell furiously at the injustice of it all.

Turns out my parents were right dammit. That time spent reading rather than hanging out opened up a world beyond the dubious attractions of my new town and sent me in a whole new direction.

Pissed off 14 year old me did was not grateful though.

Couple months old, so likely sleeping, eating and screaming 😅

I never existed

I was 22 in 1989 and heavily pregnant with baby number 2. I'd most likely have had a trip to the in laws in the morning then home to a dinner cooked by my then husband. Dinner would have been a Fray Bentos Steak pie with processed marrowfat peas and tinned new potatoes. All cooked on our £50 cooker from the second hand shop. We'd be watching the Eastenders Omnibus on our black and white portable tv.

Hungover, Sunday lunch in pub and eastenders omnibus