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?

Late 80s mid 90s for me. Usually watching keeping up appearances and learning spellings and times tables for Monday morning test at school. Up for a bath at 6 then sandwich and cake for tea. Good times 🍰

1979, we’d have toast and bovril in front of the telly ( only time this was allowed) after a Sunday lunch. My big sister would’ve trying to record the charts off the TV. I’d be heading for bath and bed by 7:30pm.

Feeling sick and miserable that it will soon be school again. I HATED school.

I’m so loving this thread!! Thank you OP
I’d also be in front of the telly watching the Antiques Roadshow with my mum and dad, I’d be eating runny boiled eggs and soldiers on my very special, floral and folding t.v. dinner table, after an inedible Sunday roast (over cooked meat and soggy veg!)
Mum and dad would be trying to make out they were expert antique dealers.
Later it would be bath time and Bullseye. Long boring Sundays but happy days!

This is a sweet thread. Making me feel nostalgic for tinned food....

1970s, id be checking uniform ready for school, any homework is up to date, bath and hair wash night, and listening to the top 40 on the radio probably shouting at younger sister moving my microphone off the cushion in front of the radiogram while trying to record the songs i liked.

1984. Having a swim with my brother before having a bath together, and seeing who had the best beard made out of bubble bath. Followed by supper usually chicken soup or cheese on toast. Then stories and cuddles.

Thanks everyone for joining in! It’s been fascinating. Lots of common themes!

Late 60s. Tea time-sandwiches, cake, tinned fruit and jelly.

cramming in the homework I didn't do Friday arvo. folllowed by sneaky bowl of cornflakes with full fat creamy milk and lashings of sugar watching Sunday evening TV and wishing it was Friday

Listening to the charts when I got back to Uni final year... just travelled back from seeing the then boyfriend for the weekend!! A cheeky Macdonalds on the way home to save on cooking!! 😄

Watching 'The Golden Shot' with Bob Monkhouse whilst doing my homework. I am very old.

Mid-70s sitting under the hair dryer with my hair in big curlers and smothered in Alberto VO5 (can still smell it) followed by Sunday supper (roast was at 1) of scrambled eggs on toast or my mum's special macaroni with cream of mushroom soup and tunafish (not as awful as it sounds). We weren't allowed to eat anywhere but in the dining room.

As a little girl in the 70s, I would have just finished a very traditional Sunday dinner with all the trimmings (which I hated) even though my Mum was a good cook. Loved Vienetta for pudding though. After, Dad would wash up with military precision, and my older brothers and I would dry and put away the dishes. My brothers would bicker about who was drying more

Then, it would be bath time - but, unusually for the 70s we all bathed every night anyway, using fresh water each time. My Mum was fanatical about personal hygiene and cleanliness (thank God). I would have Miss Matey for bubble bath and use Imperial Leather soap. Clean polyester nightie from BHS with a collar and ribbon bow at the neck, had same one in pink, lemon and sky blue.

We'd then all get comfy on our large, forest green, pleather sofa (with matching swivel chair) and watch something like That's Life, or The Two Ronnies. Or, we'd listen while Mum played her Roy Orbison or Nolan Sisters albums, on the huge, teak gramaphone in the living room and I would dance about. My brothers would be bickering about something or nothing.

In the Winter we'd have Horlicks at bedtime and bizarrely I used to like to go to bed early so I could read; always Famous Five or Secret Seven.

Getting over a hangover. Eating omelette in a damp flat whilst trying to workout what to wear to work.

That’s really funny, I’m older 70’s-80’s but their is certain music from television programs that still make my heart sink because it signal bedtime 😂 The Muppet show and Last of the Summer Wine comes to mind 🥺

Suffering through Songs of Praise.

I would have been riding and would probably have numb hands and feet, I was always so cold at the stables but so many great memories, the low grade hypothermia was worth it.

I would have been dreading school and dinner would have been whatever burnt / anemic offerings my mother had dished up.

Watching the magicians house with my grandma.

Early 80s I'd have a bath then watch Bullseye with a cheese toastie, late 80s I'd be recording the Top 40!

Mid-late 70s: all the family are sat in the living room watching Ski Sunday, Holiday or the News. A huge pot of tea would sit with a tray of sandwiches, salad, maybe chicken drumsticks, crisps & some sort of pudding (tinned peaches, pears or fruit cocktail- who’d get the grapes?!), atop a large tray with pop out legs, placed in the middle of the room. We’d also watch Songs of Praise on a Sunday evening, although we weren’t at all religious. It was just a good sing-song, and my Dad would take the piss, e.g. we’d count how many people were wearing specs & he’d say “it’s no good for your eyesight!” every. single. week. 😂

Probably watching Ski Sunday with my dad if it's winter time!

I can't remember what time it was on though!

We would likely be having our usual Sunday roast dinner and my brother would be spooning his suede, carrot mash onto my plate because he hates it but gets it served up to him every week. I will give him some greens in exchange! Then after dinner it would probably be a bath followed by a Baltic race to the nearest radiator to warm up and put my nightie on!

It’s 1988 and I’m at my grandparents’ house having tea with my mum, aunts, uncle and 4 older cousins. For me, this is a highlight of the week as I adore my cousins but I am becoming increasingly aware that they don’t really want to be there. After tea of white bread ham sandwiches, quiche and cakes we will leave the table and play in the freezing cold front room while the grown ups chat. The smell of damp coal and the sound of a grandfather clock still takes me back there immediately.

I would have been in my room taping the top 40 .
My dad would be in the garage pottering and smoking and my mum would call me down to take a coffee out to him .
My two brothers would be in the living room glued to the tv and my mum would be tidying up the kitchen and ironing our school uniforms -happy happy memories .
Thank you for the thread