It’s 5.30 on the Sunday nights of our childhoods. AIBU to ask you what you are doing?

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It is 5.30 on any Sunday night of your childhood. For me it’s approximately 1997. I am having my hair nit combed in the front room, having been told off for not eating all my roast pork. Dad is messing around with the fire because it won’t draw properly. It’s all a bit tense.

What are you doing?

Depending we would come back from weekend away in the caravan then it would be takeaway or Sunday dinner if we haven’t gone away then watch heartbeat or wild at heart ( Stephen Tomlinson and Amanda ) the bed

It’s 1995, I’d have been just coming in from feeding the horses and ponies, Mum would be out crashing about in the kennels organising dog feeds, dad would be in the bath removing splinters from his hands having been out cross country running all day.

Dinner would be cooking away, smelling really good, my older siblings would be listening to the charts and I’d have washed my chillblained hands in water that felt like fire.

Supper, then sofas. Antiques Roadshow for all, which I still weirdly enjoy, bath and PJs.

It's 8 PM and everyone in my house is in bed!

Sunday dinner has just been eaten and my dad is back from playing pool at the local pub..bull's eye is on and I know when that's over it's bath time, worst part of the week because school was imminent lol

Eating a roast dinner, watching Antiques Roadshow

As I got older adult me and mum would watch reruns of soldier soldier, Catherine Cookson films

1970s, at my nan's terraced house where we went every week for dinner and tea after Sunday School. We would have been watching the usual game shows that were on back then, such as The Golden Shot, or some sort of sitcom . Maybe a crime show like The Baron, or better still, The Love Boat.
(These shows might not actually have been on Sundays , at teatime,or perhaps were even in a different year but you get the idea-in my memory they all run together!)
Every week we had ham barmcakes. Not sliced ham but the tinned stuff. Jelly for pudding (after filching a couple of cubes during the making process). Then blancmange. Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry flavours which seemed to rotate on a 3 weekly schedule, Parents got bananas too but not kids because they were 'too expensive'. I suspect this was a wartime hangover because my nan and aunties all lived through rationing and still had that mindset.
The room was always over heated with 5 adults, 4 kids and a coal fire on which all the rubbish seemed to get burned. Also 2 dogs in the mix. A black poodle/terrier cross called Prince, and a nasty corgi called Shandy that hated girls, which was a pain as my dad was the only male in the room.
Sometimes I escaped into the front room which was never used. Think floral suite with anti mocassars on the arms and back. I'd play the piano which never got touched otherwise and was rarely tuned. Sometimes my nan would call out and ask me to play 'Jerusalem' which was her favourite, or if it was Xmas, 'O Holy Night'. There was an electric fire which always smelled of burning dust when you switched it on.
I'm late fifties now. I forget names, or what I had for dinner last night , but all this is as clear as day in my mind.

Listening to Dr Fox on the radio doing the Top 40 countdown.

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It's the 70's. Just had a bath and dressed in nightie, dressing gown and socks and slippers. I will wrap myself up in a blanket in front of the fire and watch the Onedin Line later with my sister Mum and Dad. There's a fire in the grate but hardly enough to warm any of us. We don't eat or drink anything after 'tea' at five O' clock.

Yes we did that but had a gas fireplace that burnt your shins and heated nothing else!

We've just finished dinner, trying to muster the energy to get the kids in the bath and to bed 🙄🙄

At 5.30pm, I'd be allowed to have the one bath a week I was permitted. I'd then stay in there until ordered out, fully dressing to shoes, as I wasn't allowed to be anywhere other than the bath without a full set of clothing. I'd then have two pieces of toast or a sandwich (not allowed anything else, as I'd had a meal at 2pm) and head upstairs.

I'd then stay in my room listening to the charts on Capital before Radio London's Soul Train, switching off when David Rodigan's show started, whilst doing weird and perverted things like putting moisturiser on my skin (according to my mother) and reading. Oh, and being shouted up at if I was seen through the window if she walked out the back (didn't have curtains, so the rule was I must never be seen through the window/must crouch down if there was a chance).

The best thing was being deemed old enough to go to my room and left alone, though. Before I reached 15, I had to go and sit in the living room whilst things like Antiques Roadshow, various religious programmes and assorted 'heartwarming family shows' were on.

Mine was top 40, last of the summer wine, Muppet show

Weekly nit comb in the bath

Cheese and pickle brown bread sandwich, Apple, never allowed crisps, a treat was a teeny petit filous yoghurt

Late 80s and early 90s. Jelly and ice cream at my grandmas.

I miss those days: maybe more so as my parents both died in my early thirties so I really think of those days with nostalgia.

Early 80s when my mum was going through her 'Sunday afternoon tea' phase. I'm about 12 and we're watching Barchester Chronicles on TV with little sandwiches and cakes and a pot of tea (squash for me and my brother).

Later on my dad will nip out for a pint and my mum will be on the phone for 11 hours to one of her sisters, so I'll sneak a read of the News of the World and wonder yet again what the hell a 'vice girl' is.

I'll spend the rest of the evening feeling sick with anxiety about school in the morning.

1983. Listening to the top 40 on radio 1. Writing it all down too (not sure why).

Bored to tears and hungry. Sundays of my childhood lasted for about 300 hours.

Mum went to church for the evening service and we didn’t eat until after she got back at about 8. Always the same thing on a Sunday - crumpets (which I hated), toast, cake.

Early 70’S here. Watching Black Beauty with that memorable theme tune followed by a bath in a bright yellow tub with one of those shampoo protectors like a halo & Boots shampoo - medicated or Creme 😁. I remember there was a power cut intermittently due to the strikes, so it was a candle lit bath. I distinctly remember my parents always retiring to bed for a nap after the late Sunday lunch .

Oh and Howard's way

Darling buds of may
Tinned salmon and cucumber sandwiches
Game of boggle

It's the late 80s. Dad's watching Ski Sunday, Mum's making something vile for dinner (probably a curry involving eggs and raisins). I'm starting to get that feeling of dread at the thought of another week at primary school.

Ahhhh this is amazing!

Sunday was always family night!

We would have had a Chinese, sat in my parents living room and watched taped programmes, especially Heartbeat!

I fondly remember my Sunday evening family nights.

@soundbyte ... Oh the smell of the iron! The sound of the Grand prix- Arton Senna (sp?) crashing that Sunday while we ate our Sunday Dinner and my Mum read a Georgette Hyer book to my Dad's disgust as the pit crew ran it.... Carrot and 'turnip'(Liverpool, was actually swede... no idea why we called it turnip?!) still reminds me of that day!

80’s here.
I’ve just had my ‘Sunday bath’ in my dressing gown and pjs, mum’s blow drying my long hair in front of the tv 🤷🏻‍♀️😂cutting my nails and something dull like ‘Last of the summer wine’ is on,
We perhaps had pork chops or chicken chasseur for dinner, because it’s a Sunday.
Weekdays were more chicken kievs, chips and peas or Findus crispy pancakes

Nice thread!

It’s 1999, I’ve had a bath after horse riding and we’re having a roast (hopefully chicken, might be beef or pork, best not be lamb or I will grumble) for dinner. There might be pudding, apple crumble with cold custard would be best. Then I will watch something on TV, before going to read Jacqueline Wilson books in bed.

I can’t remember what I might have watched though. Can Any fellow 90s kids help me out? What would have been on on a Sunday teatime in 1999?

1960s Just finished my tea. Sandwich and cake made with my mum yesterday afternoon . No shop bought stuff for us .Brother and sister there too.

Mum will be upstairs getting our school uniform ready and running a bath for us all to take turns in . Not forgetting to switch on the heater in the bathroom . A single bar one that reflects the heat . The type that is switched on with a piece of string hanging down and a wooden toggle on the end.

After my bath I will sit on the floor in my nightie and dad will style and dry my hair in front of the gas fire .
Songs of Praise will be on the black and white telly .

We were hard up but very happy .

Ooh, but if it’s summertime, we’re all sat round watching ‘The wonder years’
Oh, felt a little weepy then