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?

Finishing off bath and hair wash, Getting ready for a Sunday night light supper of Heinz tomato soup possibly with cheese and pickle sandwich, allowed to eat it infront of the telly (only night this was allowed). Eating it infront of Lovejoy 😁

Early 90s. We will be sitting around the kitchen table with my Grandma watching Antiques Roadshow while Mum and Dad make the dinner. I will have to pour the sherry it was green bottle for Grandma and blue bottle for Mum (I never knew what they were called).

Watching Ski Sunday!

Mid 80's. I've had a bath and bullseye is on the TV.

No TV for us in the early 1970s - we didn't have one. After a tea of bread-and-butter and a slice of homemade cake, we'd play Lexicon until it was time for a mug of Bournvita before bed (with a hot water bottle).

Riding my bike, climbing a tree. Then going in to watch Dr Who and be terrified of the Cybermen.

Early 80's. Bath night for us kids.
But of telly before bed.
Taping the charts trying to get some Shakin Stevens on my tape

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As soon as I saw this thread the Ski Sunday theme music was playing in my head! Love, love, love it! In my pyjamas, after the bath and weekly hair wash, legs crossed on the carpet with little brother, slaloming along with the best of them 🥰

We used to go to my grandads on a Sunday .... my cousins went for the morning and we went for the afternoon! My gran died when I was 5 so it was just my grandad and auntie...we would be allowed a biscuit from the biscuit tin - I'd always pick the pink wafter biscuit.

We would have our tea and then watch the end of ski Sunday before the Sunday evening series - the Lion the witch and the wardrobe, Tom's Midnight Garden, five children and it.....

David Copperfield, then pinky and perky, then bath and bed.

This site shows you every day in every year what was on. Fascinating.

genome.ch.bbc.co.uk/years/1966

Recording the top 40
or watching Upstairs downstairs,
having had a bath and a hair wash

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Mine’s early 1970s. Likely to be a power cut at some time, so dad getting tense about candles and oil lamps. If all goes well, watching black and white tv maybe - some sort of Sunday night serial. On BBC as we didn’t have itv tuned in.

Oooh, very similar.

A good Sunday teatime would be: watching Black Beauty / James Herriot Vet series and dreaming of a lovely family / life with horses etc. (also no ITV allowed why I have NO idea - we were hardly posh - outside loo, tin bath in front of coal fire etc & hardly any books).

In reality it was power cuts or running out of money for the meter anyway so up to bed with a candle. Tea (Roast Dinner at Lunchtime on Sunday was Law in our house) would be bread and jam etc on a tea trolley. It was never a fun evening. Now I'm an adult of school age children I agree that it is when the reality of Monday kicks in (baths, hairwash, nit comb, homework outstanding, PE bag, shoes )

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What a lovely thread!

At my paternal grandparents. Every Sunday without fail.

Eating Hovis bread, cheddar cheese, sliced tinned ham grandad eating piccalilli, jelly, tinned peaches or fruit cocktail, and tinned cream with a blue bird on the label.

Ski Sunday on TV, grandad smoking stinky Marlboroughs, telling us off from sitting too close to the gas fire.

The best Sundays ever.

Late 90s, I've just started secondary school and after roast at lunch, my parents have gone to the pub and I'm at home with my nan and DSis. Me and DSis had a bath serving mum and dad beers from our bath pub before they went out and they washed our hair. Now nan is brushing mine 100 times on each side as DSis has refused to have hers done. Also waiting for the treat of watching heartbeat and then bed. Such happy times (but get the feeling sick feeling from heartbeat theme tune).

Late 1950's too for me.
Family service in church at 10.30, walk home then sunday lunch.
Wash up, get washed and changed back down to church for bloody Sunday school.
Home at 4pm, ham salad for tea with trifle and sponge cake covered in Cadbury's chocolate.
Then, guess what, back to church for Evensong at 6.30 ! I hated Sunday.
Back home at 8pm, had the weekly bath listening to "Sing something simple"then bed
Church in question was about 2 miles away so a 12 mile walk come rain or shine.
I was so happy to leave home and go to college never went to church again 😃

cleaning out the hamster or doing my homework ready for tomorrow, then watch Londons Burning or play on my ZX Spectrum

Having tea - probably cheese on toast or a mug of homemade soup - while drying my hair in front of the gas fire.
Watching Holiday on BBC ( 'Here comes the sun, doodedoodah') and looking forward to going to church youth group - the social highlight of my week.

It’s 1974. We would be listening to the top 40 on the radio. We always had a ‘DIY’ tea on a Sunday. The local bread factory had a little shop that opened on a Sunday afternoon to sell fresh loaves, hot off the press. My Dad would go and buy some each week. Mum would slice the bread and on the table would be butter, jam, dairy Lea, peanut butter, marmite etc, and we would choose our own toppings. That bread would still be warm and it was heavenly.

Weekly family viewing of Antiques Road Show I reckon

Also had that Sunday night feeling too

1974, The Onedin Line
1975 Anne of Avonlea

DM would cook Sunday dinner about this time. Later dad would go to the top shop and we'd put in our orders for chocolate. I'd always choose a lion bar. I'd have a Sunday bath or shower and wash my hair. 1990s.

Last of the Summer Wine on tv and Antiques Roadshow. Nan and grandad over for 'tea' (buffet/sandwiches/salad... nan and her watercress/beetroot/radish combo).Given 50p before they go home. Possibly a mintoe mint too😊

I can remember having my tea and eating tinned peaches and tinned cream, we also had a plate of buttered sliced bread with our tinned fruit. Waiting for top twenty on radio, this was in the 60s. When I was a teen in the early 70s I watched Black Beauty and Follyfoot Sunday iirc and taped top twenty