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 sixties early seventies. At my Granny's for tea. Always a salad with whatever roast they had for dinner. Salad consists of lettuce tomatoes boiled egg and pickled beetroot in a jar. No fancy coleslaw or any rice or pasta salad. Dressing is Heinz salad cream and not mayonnaise (still have Heinz salad cream) Later we play board games like cluedo coppit and also Scrabble in front of the fire.

I’ve been at the Sunday afternoon kids’ club at the Methodist church, then gone back with my friend to her house to have tea and watch You Bet with her family.

Late 80’s at boarding school. I’m the youngest there (7 years old) so I am sitting in the house mistresses room with the 2 other girls who are under 9 and we are writing our letters home with misses help while watching calamity Jane and having tea and fire roasted crumpets for supper.

The older boarders have taken over the common room to listen to music but I’m too little to join in. It was bath night tonight so matron will help me braid my hair as I’m not near enough to do it myself yet.

*near =neat

80s and 90s for me: nit comb, boiled egg and soldiers for kids, kippers for dad, dad ironing shirts antique roadshow, bath and hair wash during songs of praise. Nostalgia

1960s. At my Grandmother’s house for tea, waiting for Juke box Jury to finish so that we could turn over for Dr Who!

It’s the 80s, watching something on ITV (we only really watched BBC if David Attenborough was on) like Big Break or Stars in your Eyes. Eating chocolate digestives, trifle or Arctic roll (my favourite) and drinking hot Ribena. Mum finally getting a chance to read the News of the World after finishing cleaning kitchen. DB1 trying to start a row.

Used to hate Sundays. There was nothing to do in the 80s. I just remember endless boring black and white films about cowboys where there was some kind of rivalry between farms. Parents loved those.

Keeping very quiet while my brother recorded the top 20 off the radio on his portable tape recorder.

@Glenchase I’m so sorry

Thinking of you, and everyone else on this thread who dreaded school and has unhappy memories from childhood.

Early 90’s and hoping that Take That made it to no1.
So many Sunday evening memories.

Trying to get my homework done.
We would have had the roast dinner at lunch, my dad would fall asleep and then tea would be cold meat sandwiches 🤢 or if I was lucky sausage rolls or maybe cocktail sausages.

Happy Days

Soup and crumpets in front of Ski Sunday or the BBC teatime drama, then bath and hair wash when Songs of Praise comes on.

Late 70s.

Depending on the time of year I'd have spent the afternoon outside riding about on my bike or endlessly poking our bonfire, getting thoroughly smoky, face scorched. Come inside to bath and then downstairs to eat tea from a trolley, sandwiches, cake, crisps tea and milk for me. All ready to watch All Creatures Great and Small as a family. Just about to eat when James Herriot sticks his arm up a cow's arse.

Feeling worried about my maths homework.

Probably doing last minute homework that I really shouldve done at the beginning of the weekend

Early 80s. Parents friends round ours or round at there’s - they get pissed all afternoon and I’m board ....
In the times it was only a lunchtime session, we’d watch whatever the Sunday afternoon film would be.

This is the loveliest of threads OP, thanks for starting it! Just talked about it with my preteen, and how things were actually pretty quiet and samey in my childhood but no worse for that, and maybe he’ll look back at these weird quiet times and smile about it a bit one day. So for me, early 80s was like many of yours, a walk in the woods in the afternoon, taping favourites from the charts, listening to my Billy Idol picture disc, tea in front of the gas fire in my dressing gown watching ski Sunday or antiques roadshow with my Dad sat in his rocking chair or listening to the horror that was my mum singing along with songs of praise. All of which has made me smile

I'm having my naturally curly spirally hair (knee length) combed, plaited and put in bloody ringlets. Bloody mother refused to make up her (and my) mind. Ringlets? Really? Oh yes .Every single Sunday. Finally, in a plait, come Monday morning. Taken out, the minute I got round the corner. And then, chewing gum, stuck in my hair, from the kids behind me. Which made the Mother from Hell happy xx think Carrie xx
I'm not joking. She's dead now, thank goodness. Sorry to say that. I can't miss her. She was horrible

School disco, in the Gym. Julie and Graham. Mr Pryor, our PE teacher. LOL. He was WELL pokeable!

@LampLighterInn

It's 1987 and I'm laying on my parents sitting room carpet recording the Top 40 on Radio 1 onto a blank Maxell cassette tape. I have to hold the red Record button ⏺ down with my finger. I'm writing each song and artist on the insert of the cassette and I'll play it in my personal stereo (didn't have a Walkman) when I'm out walking Sasha, our poodle. The song at number 1 is the Bee Gees 'You Win Again'. It's okay.

I'll be going upstairs for a bath soon using the new soap my mum bought me, it's called Cleopatra and comes in a blue and gold wrapper, it smells amazing.
I'm dreading school, I hate double maths but I'm looking forward to Howard's Way and Bread on BBC later.

I remember Cleopatra soap @LampLighterInn yes- it did smell truly amazing!

Ski Sunday for me, at this time of year, and it was so boring. Evening meal was cheese on toast or crumpets with cheese after having had a roast lunch earlier.

It's the late 50s, early 60s. Mom has agreed to skip church this evening, and we're going to pop corn in a wire basket over the fire and watch "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color" and then "Bonanza" on the television after our meal.

The fact that people actually eat spam. What is spam? It tastes minging. My school served spam fritters, for years. It tasted like sick. Semolina. Tapioca. Thankfully, my children have never tasted spam shit fritters. Or semolina tapioca crap. Spam? I refuse to Google it. Too much yuckness. My Mum told me it was something to do with American Meat. That was enough. I do not eat Spam. Not anything to do with American people, just that I do not like the transformed meat thing.

Spam is supposed spiced ham. But I agree, it is utterly disgusting. I only ate it as a child because my school made us.

Sitting in the lounge with a tv sandwich tea (only time we were allowed to watch tv at a mealtime) in front of a blazing fire watching someone win a caravan or trailer or something equally as exotic on Bully

1974/5 living in New Zealand. Mum will have made our tea. Home made sausage rolls, hard boiled eggs, sandwiches and new potatoes and salad from the garden and large cream and jam Victoria sponge which I’d end up getting slices of in my lunch box for school.

Hiding in my bedroom trying to be invisible.....

Late eighties- Watching telly at that time before Sunday dinner and then cards before bed. Early nineties stressing over the homework I hadn’t done before Sunday dinner or down stairs doing my slot of cooking said Sunday dinner.