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?

Eating jelly with evap milk for pudding after a roast while waiting for the water to heat up to take a bath

Late 80s/90s I would have been watching ‘The Wonder Years’ on Channel 4 with my Dad whilst my Mum prepared Sunday dinner. That or panicking about the homework I was yet to start/finish!

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Late 80s/early90s. I’m in junior school so not much homework, nothing tonight.

This time of year, I’m watching Antiques Roadshow/Songs of Praise type tv, while finishing off the last of the Christmas nuts and picking bits of shell out of the carpet.

I’ve either been fed or just about to eat. Later something on tv like Ruth Rendells Wexford series or maybe Morse.

Anyone got a time machine?

It's the early 90s. We'll be going home from my Grandparents in a minute where we've had a roast dinner, probably lamb, after some sort of local excursion, possibly to a stately home (). Grandad will drive us when Last Of The Summer Wine has finished.

I'll have to suffer have my hair washed but then I might be allowed to stay up and watch Heartbeat before bed. Mum loves Nick Berry. I'll have to be away before London's Burning starts though, at least until I get a TV in my room in a couple of years, then I'll sneakily watch it and develop a life-long phobia of fire.

1980 (5) beans on toast for tea playing in my room before bath and bed.

1985 (10) lovely tea at my grannys before the drive home and straight to bed. Most weekends spent on compulsory family visits I wasn't allowed to take books or homework with me!

1990 (15) nothing had changed really. They conceded I might have to do homework for my A levels but I still had t visit family. Uni I discovered the joy of a weekend with time to do things!

I feel the same way about the Master Mind music @Miffy2020 😂 always makes me feel nervous

It's the very early nineties and I'm eating Sunday night tea with my little brother. Chicken sandwiches (Sunday roast at 2pm an snacky tea after bath), a banana, a yoghurt and half a twix each! Antiques Roadshow and Crystal Maze on tv after Songs Of Praise. Simple times but great memories! Love this thread

Strange harmony singers doing a green bottle song.. Coming from the kitchen whilst dm puts the finishing touches to a roast.

Would have had our bath getting our hair dried and watching antiques roadshow followed by Howard’s way.

This is a great thread, I feel a bit teary!
We'd be watching antiques roadshow trying to guess how much the antique is worth and laughing at the people trying to not look disappointed with the low amount!
Happy days

80s here. Sunday’s always invoke memories of the sound of sports on the tv (dad) the damp steam smell of the iron (mum) and a lingering smell of boiled to death veg from a cooked dinner. We always had hot chocolate fudge cake with extra chocolate sauce for dessert and watched possibly Heartbeat? after taking a bath and sitting in front of the fire wrapped in a towel while mum combed our hair.

Early-mid 90s watching the borrowers, having eaten homemade soup made from Sunday roast leftovers
Brilliant thread, feeling very nostalgic

Probably watching a documentary of some sort while sitting on the floor because despite having a large living room and no lack of money my parents were, and still are, inexplicably resistant to having enough comfortable seating

Jam sandwiches for tea then bath time before putting pjs on in the living room in front of the fire. Occasionally we would stay up to watch the Darling Buds of May.

Bath and hair wash dried naturally then hairbrushed and felt every stroke on that hard brush . Telly then bed at 7:15

It's 1996, we wouldn't have had dinner yet (Always had it at 7pm), DBro and I would be playing Crash Bandicoot on the playstation or lego, we might have had a friend over in the afternoon (we lived in a close full of families with children the same age) but they'd be going home for tea.

Dinner would be something weird like chicken stew or pastina and we'd moan about wanting chicken nuggets and baked beans like everyone else.

Bath and hair wash/condition/moan about getting it brushed.

If I was lucky DM would let me stay up and watch star gate with her. X files too but that was probably a good few years later!

This thread is so lovely and makes me realise I want to have some Sunday evening traditions that DS will remember fondly when older. Will definitely be doing the picnic tea idea with trifle for pudding!

Having a bath, changing into PJs warmed by the (gas) fire, talc in slippers before eating corned beef sandwiches and malt loaf in front of Songs of Praise or Bullseye

Fast forward to 1999. I was up early at my part time job at the hotel round the corner from our house, serving breakfast. Home by 12pm. Shower, then round to my best friend's house to mess about, talk about boys etc. I'd stay for dinner, maybe even stay the night then we'd walk to school the next day.

So, at 5.30pm, we'd probably be lying in her bed listening to Alanis Morissette, slagging off everything. Or sitting on the roof looking at the stars, pretending we were in Dawsons Creek.

80s here, we’d have had my grandparents over for Sunday lunch, Nana would have done the ironing, grandad and dad would have walked to the pub, while mum was cooking lunch.
Dad would have then driven my grandparents home (I should add at this point that he’d only have had half a pint at the pub, a few hours earlier!), while mum and I fed the ponies and put them to bed.
Later Sunday evenings involved bath time and getting uniform and school bag ready for the next day
I always felt a sense of sadness on Sunday evenings (still do!), even though I mostly loved school. I think I’ve always lived for the weekends :)

I'm eating crumpets in front of the TV. Sunday tea was the BEST cos we were allowed to eat in the lounge. I think I'd be watching Bullseye.

Mid 80s aged about 10.

Recording the top 40, trying not to get any of the dj 'speaking
Then sitting by the fire with my parents watching antiques roadshow. Then maybe being allowed to stay up for Thats Life.

Always used to have that Sunday feeling, even though I actually quite liked school.

Having afternoon tea in the lounge, in front of the antiques roadshow. (So child friendly....) But the afternoon tea was a lovely Sunday ritual.

It would be early seventies, we would have had the weekly bath after spending the afternoon drawing and colouring. Grandma and Grandad would have gone home after having a roast dm cooked spending the afternoon at ours. Dad would have washed up whilst dm and Grandma did the week's ironing. Grandad would be reading the papers and loosely supervising me and siblings.
Dad would be in charge of tea. he'd make egg and cress sandwiches (sometimes he'd have made a loaf). he'd make a cake and we had ice cream with a few smarties on. It was the only treat food we had all week so we loved it.
We'd be in bed before seven, Dad would tell us stories he'd make up before turning out the lights

I wasn’t allowed to stay up to watch Heartbeat although Big Sis was, the cheek of it. I’ll have to go to bed quite soon, but before I go I’m allowed a small glass of orange juice, not much though, because it has to last.