All interesting memories, thank you, im enjoying reading them. I also now remember the meals we ate that l still seem to usually still follow. ie sheppard pie on Mondays, stew on Tues, Toad in Hole on Wednesday, Thursday rest of stew made into suet pud, Friday is still fish chips mushy pea for him, salad for me,. Saturday we had and sometimes still do have, is boiled eggs and toast in winter and hm quiche in summer. Sundays l rarely cook a roast, its usually a hotpot, but l still do a old fashions high tea.
l remember when mom shopped for the weekend joint from our local butchers she always came home with a bag full of diff cakes etc week ,ie either custard tarts, or jam doughnuts ect. We never , ever had cake in the week but a few biscuits with a cuppa at bedtime. On Saturday when shopping she always bought her weekly magazine ie womens own, which she read with cuppa after the shopping. There was always a afternoon film on a Saturday (usually a comedy or cowboy film) which we kids watched if we couldnt go out to play in our large back garden.. l seem to have always been playing in that lovely large garden with the old apple tree at the top. l think l rarely stayed inside if the weather was ok. Sundays afternnon film was usually a serious black and white film . Our Sunday roast dinner was always at 2pm on the dot. After his Sunday morning gardening, dad went to the lovely old pub for a pint and would bring back for us kids a pack of sweets each. Saturdays we had our few pence pocket money for a comic and triangle paper bag of 2oz sweets and spent ages trying to decide what we wanted to buy from the jars of sweets in the shop lol. We had a local butcher, fish chip shop, newsagents, tiny supermarket and the chemist which l absolutely loved to go in as it smelled so scented with all the bathsalts, soaps etx on display. The pub was a large manor type building with a rose garden grounds to sit in, So lovely as its was only a 5 min walk from our house . It had an old fashion bowling green attached to the pub and we kids loved to sit in grounds looking though the rose fence watching all the old biddies bowling in their all whites..Mom would rest after the morning housework, Monday her hardest day with all the sheets on the line and do some knitting. or read her mag. Tea was always at 6pm, bedtime at 8pm where we could read our comics or Christmas Annuals or library books etc till about 9pm. Everything was so near to us, ie the schools, buses, shops and 3 lovely parks which had boating lakes and a ice cream cafe on a bank, The centre islands of the lakes were filled with Purple Rhododendrone One of the parks had a small nature area that was called a 'dingle' l wrote poem about it on a poetry forum and our american neighbours were fasinated as new heard of the term dingle.
l seem to still follow all these routines and meal plans without even thinking about it, after all these years.
ps please do forgive my spelling, my eyes are still bad and i' im too tired to look up the corrects...
im looking forward to reading more of eveyones memories.