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?

Approx 1988. Eating egg sandwiches - large plate of sandwiches for all of us on the hearth. I should think Songs of Praise or The antiques roadshow is on tv, or maybe a children’s drama, like The Lion, the witch and the wardrobe. Bath-time and hair wash in an hour.

In 70s we’d be at my Nan’s in London having spent the weekend there. We used to watch trains at St Pancras or get the tube out to Heathrow with older cousins to go to the viewing rooftop-imagine that now??? Sunday night would be getting ready to drive home, about 30 mins away in Essex. I dreaded Mum saying “Right then, we’d better get going. “ as that signalled the end of the weekend and back to the mundane week of school.

Mid seventies for me. A hair wash with an awful rubber hose contraption which didn't mix the water properly.. followed by a hairdryer which didn't dry it properly.
Then toast and dripping or crumpets and butter in front of the telly and coal fire (in the winter). And they say we are more healthily back then!

We’re all sitting in front of the TV (me, sister, DM and DF) having just finished Sunday lunch and spent at least two hours at my nan’s house with my cousins (mostly running round like banshees until grandad tells us to pack it in ). Also, secretly worrying about all the homework I haven’t bothered to do.

Will be watching the BBC adaptation of Martin Chuzzlewit later in the evening

@Jasoninadress I'm 33!

The op has me pegged

what a wonderful thread

@huggzy Oh ha ha, how funny it lasted that long

It is 1985, I have had a bath with my brother, we've already had tea. I'm having my hair brushed in front of the living room fire. I'm crying because the brushing hurts, very curly hair not helped by having to always use washing up liquid.

We would be watching ski Sunday or a round up of American football matches from the week.

Always feeling a bit hungry on sunday evenings. No school dinner and mum gets family allowance in the morning for Mon, Tue and Wed, then df paid on thur so thur, fri and sat from that wage.

Watching the golden shot after having a lovely tea at my nana and grandpas house

It's Sunday teatime. We always had a roast at lunchtime so tea was pate, bread and cheese. There was often pineapple upside down cake or lemon meringue pie. Antiques Roadshow, Ski Sunday. Followed by bath and hair wash then the pointless weekly hair tonging. It'd all fall out by morning!

Probably having my hair combed too.Not nails cut as my mum said that was bad luck. I’d probably be taping the Top 40 so I could record the songs I liked best, then I’d rewind every line so I could write the words down. After that would be Sunday TV viewing, the likes of Surprise Surprise, Last of the Summer wine, Howard’s Way. Back in the day

Mid to late 80's we would have had fruit and ice cream with bread and butter for tea, because we'd have eaten a full Sunday roast at lunch time then be watching Bullseye while my Dad polished everyones shoes on newspaper in front of the 2 bar gas fire ready for Monday morning.

I seem to remember watching things like the return of the antelope or the lion and the witch and the wardrobe at that sort of time, though my time awareness not good. Also the little section of cartoons with Tom and Jerry, this normally came after something like the darts or snooker! Them were the days!

Late 80s, early 90s. We would probably have the end of songs of praise on before the antiques roadshow after having an early Sunday roast. I maybe drawing or reading, my mum and dad would be washing up and nan would be sat in her chair. The dogs would be laying in front of the fire and my twin would be doing whatever she did lol

Just out of the weekly bath and sitting in front of the fire in the living room with my sister drying our hair. Dads making us toasties for our tea, gran
is announcing she needs to get home soon but wants to watch Songs of Praise first and my mums getting our uniforms ready for school. One were all sorted and gran’s dropped off we’ll be watching the muppet show In our jammies. Can’t wait!

@ladyflower23

It's around late 80s/early 90s and I'm watching TV with my dad. Mum's in the kitchen making our tea. It will include a Mr Kipling jam tart. They'll make me watch Antiques Roadshow and then after I'll have a bath and put on my Forever Friends nightie.

I got my room painted and had a forever friends border that I had coveted for years. Possibly one of the greatest moments of my life seeing the border up.

Anyone else miss how brilliant the tv was at the weekends, back in the 80s and 90s???

@Mildredandmaud

It’s 1995 - I’m 9. At 5:30 I’m curled up on the sofa waiting for my mum to bring in tea.

Tea will be sausage rolls, bread and butter, chocolate finger biscuits and battenburg cake. I’m going to pick the marzipan off the battenburg cake.

There’s a fire in the grate and I’m watching a video. When the rest of the family come in I will have to turn it off in time for the antiques roadshow / songs of praise / last of the summer wine / Heartbeat / London’s Burning (can’t quite remember the 1995 lineup!!)

When I was old enough to stay up and watch London's burning with my mum if she was home - I thought I was the queen!!

Sandwiches from the left overs of the roast dinner or salmon of the tinned variety, the Mike Sammes singers on the radio and the the Onedin Line or Last of the Mohicans on the TV.. ;)

@Raindancer411

Anyone else miss how brilliant the tv was at the weekends, back in the 80s and 90s???

I still miss Blind Date.

I’ve had Sunday tea at my Grandparents’ house. My brother and I have chosen our favourite flavour of Club biscuits as a treat. We’ve had trifle and Grannie has let me have my favourite dish. The grown ups are drinking tea and we have lemonade. I am tired and warm and could fall asleep on the sofa but we are going home soon. It is the early 1970s. The fire is blazing in the Parkray and the adults are having a good humoured debate. My grandfather and uncles are smoking while they chat, and my cousin and brother are giggling as they have put a joke exploding pellet into one of the cigarettes. I am cosy and happy, and feel safe and loved. I miss those days.

It's the 60's. I am putting on my coat and getting ready to go to church. Then home, a cup of cocoa and a butter-and brown sugar sandwich. Then we watch Ed Sullivan together, bath and bed.

The long dark teatime of the soul

Mines the late 70's early 80's and I'm either playing out while mum and dad sleep off their Yorkshire puddings and roast beef or watching The Muppet Show or something similar.

Hearing the Howard's Way music and realising, with a sinking feeling that it was time to back to boarding school.
Even now if I hear that music I feel dread.
Although I mostly enjoyed boarding which is weird?