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?

Another one in front of the fire to dry our hair post bath -and having high tea: sardines on toast or something on toast with homemade cake for after. Wearing full nylon/polyester dressing gowns and pyjamas. There was a fire guard, thank god. A few years ago I saw an awful public information fire safety film about dangers of fire and manmade fibres. I also think we had coaltar soap and shampoo, yuck

It's 1991 and I'm 7 sitting down after my tea of cheese on toast or egg and soldiers to watch five children and it with my younger sister.
Had a roast dinner at lunchtime and am looking forward to school tomorrow.

Late 80s/early 90s:
Bath and hair wash
Toast and Battenburg, marble cake or Swiss roll for supper (big roast dinner was lunchtime)
Antiques Roadshow and Heartbeat and then bed by 9pm

It’s the 1970s and I’d walk with my parents to visit my Nan. There’d usually be other cousins and aunts there, in the early to mid 70s my uncle lived next door and every week he’d take us kids into his house and cook us spaghetti with Parmesan which seemed really exotic then. Later in the 70s we’d have chips from the Chinese takeaway.

Moving on to the 80s I’d sit in my room and do my homework while listening to and taping the charts on Radio 1 and then Annie Nightingale’s show.

Early 70s. I've been up the woods with my friends and come home for tea. Coal fire going in the living room, the only heat in the house. The toilet is down the bottom of the garden and its dark and freezing so I pee round the corner of the shed. My mother would kill me if she found out I do that. Beans on toast for dinner. My father's annoyed that Songs of Praise is on TV but then someone shows up at the door and then someone else, they havent phoned to say they're coming because we won't have a phone for another 15 years, but the company's good and it's like being down the pub. Maybe the adults go to the pub and leave the kids to pay trampolines on the settee. One of the men brings us a bottle of coke and a bag of crisps each and checks were still alive.

I'm having my hair plaited after a bath and I'm watching Charlie Chaplin movies with my sisters as my Dad throws each of us pieces of windfall apples he got from the garden. (Though it might actually be 6.30...)

Late 80s/early 90s - playing board games.

I loved my childhood

Am I alone in just having no memory? It makes me so sad that I genuinely can’t remember a ‘typical’ weekend. I wrack my brains but it’s like there’s nothing there. Would love to remember this stuff!

It's 1980's watching Ski Sunday while eating hot buttered toast and drinking hot chocolate. Never skied in my life though

Still outside playing somewhere!

It’s the early 80s. Me and my two siblings are having our weekly bath. We’ve had cheese on toast for tea after mucking about on the allotment all afternoon.
After the bath we’ll all watch TV for a bit - but only the black and white one. We’ve just got a colour one but it’s kept in the front room, and us kids are only allowed in there on special occasions.
I’m looking forward to reading the latest copy of Mandy before bed tonight.

When primary school age - roast joint for food (usually lamb), afternoon spent playing with barbies or outside if summer. Bath and hairwash in late afternoon - a rubber hose shower adapter attached to taps. Mum would blow dry my hair afterwards, then reading book and bed.
Teenage years - listening to top40 on Radio1 on my hi-fi in my bedroom, dancing along. Then homework, shower and hairwash, reading, bed.

Apart from pockets of excitement during occasional daytrips or holidays, I sort of remember my childhood being quite boring actually. Writing all this down has made me nervous my DC might look back on their childhood in the future and say it was boring I know my parents were trying their best though and I'm grateful for that and them

73-76 Riding home from Pony Club (8 miles) then sorting horse going to church for 7pm.

Telling the house to shush while me and my sister record out fav songs on the top 40.
Roast dinner boiling away downstairs.
Kitchen window and doors open to let the steam out.
Shouting Dad it’s ready & him coming in from garage with oily hands and using half the fairy liquid to wash them.

80's for me. We always had a Sunday roast at lunchtime. Sunday tea would be jam or peanut butter sandwiches, tinned fruit, jelly and tinned milk and cake (so much sugar!).
Then we would listen to the top 40 on the radio while waiting for our turn in the bath. At 7pm the TV would go on - it always seemed to be Michael Palin or wickers world on but I'm sure there were other programs. They did give me a love of travel though

Sitting on the living room floor, doing homework that I've left alone all weekend, with The Bill on the TV (which I hated).

Not much has changed, except I'm doing work that I've left all alone all weekend and I can watch what I want.

Just had Sunday night bath, my Nanna is combing my wet hair whilst I sit on the floor , waiting for Poiret to start, don’t really understand the plot but loved to watch Poiret anyway. My mum and dad have bought a new gadget and are trying it out and have made all 4 kids a hot chocolate using this new novelty addition to the kitchen x

I would have returned from being out (Church in the morning, followed by a roast lunch at my grandparents (grandfather was a minister). We will have returned home just in time to watch Songs of Praise at (because going to Church and spending time being preached to, obviously wasn't enough). We would be tucking into a selection of finger sandwiches, pork pie, beef dripping on toast, tinned peaches and fancy cakes served on the best tea service. Circa 1982

1982. I am 11. Bit of space invaders on the Commodore 64 with dad then taping the chart countdown. Bath and wash hair with Timotei

Mid 90s - The Antiques Roadshow theme tune still gives me a Sunday night feeling of dread 🤣 not sure about tea time I just seem to remember Sunday evening tv....Heartbeat, Last of the summer wine?

Watching Heartbeat!! Sunday evening tradition

oh my this thread took me back
Sunday
Up and dressed Dad always cooked breakfast what a treat bacon eggs tomatoes, boiled , scrambled eggs my favourite poached eggs. Amy type of egg you wanted . Such a treat as my mum is allergic to eggs in the purist form but when cooked such in pastry is just about ok if taken with medication, This was bliss
Morning taken up with homework
Lunch time visits to grandparents or if we were luckily family day at at the Trades /Comrades club which was a club that my dad and grandfather and uncle + family belonged to. Male members went to club other than that stayed at home talking in the front room,. My grandfather hated this assumption of men being able to do this and fought for women to be admitted to drink with husbands and family in the social club but as the seventies progressed this was a family occasion just like the pub now days as a family. We were considered a very different family as my great grandfather and grandfather and my dad thought girls were equal to boys and needed to educated and treated the same

Afternoon. if at home with my mum and dad time to read play games do what we wanted read play games (board games . card games ) My dad lying in front of the electric fire asleep on his front as he was tired from his three jobs in the winter and possible the three pints he drunk at lunchtime. His treat after a full working week including Saturday plus DIY on our home into the late evenings or early mornings Listening to the family Branigan on the radio. In the summer being in the garden with my dad helping him with the garden. Why cant I grow dhalias like he did,
Finally baths and pyjamas with my dad blow drying my long hair and bed
My dad worked aboard on a weekly basis so possibly three weeks away and then back this country then one year one week abroad , one week in this country with some small weekend breaks in the middle. Somehow we retained this family life with the help of my grandparents and aunt and uncle. It has provided my stability for my life even if sounds boring but we all love an adventure to a different culture or event. We still do this in a modified form with our own children and they after their adventures all want to come back so I think it is something I will always cherish.

Granny's house for our tea (just grandkids). We lived two minutes away from her. then home to record the charts :)

80s. Listening to and taping the top 40. Watching something like Hi De Hi. Have a bath and sneakily watch That’s Life on my black and white portable tv. Try to avoid falling asleep. I hated school so always had that feeling of dread in my stomach.

Driving back with my mum and dad in our old car and hoping we didn't break down after seeing my brother at St Andrews university. Once home, having our tea and watching The Brothers on the BBC .