
So back when I was a kid Sundays were so different. I do have a feeling I have written a similar blog post some while back, but can’t help to write about it again.
During my childhood Sundays were spent in a pub called the Magpie and stump in the Worlds End Chelsea where my dad grew up and we would stay in the pub until closing, which back then it was up until 3:30pm, if I am correct on that.
We would then go home have dinner ready for the football to kick off on ITV, or we would continue on out and have dinner around someone elses home or have a meal in the Chelsea Pot, down the Kings Road.
Hardly any other shops and places would be open as most stores would be closed and so we would also take our bikes in the mornings and ride them along the river, which was the River Thames.
The dinner back then was always a roast or a different meal if we went to the Chelsea Pot.
Now today it can feel like another day of the week, with all the shops open except during the lockdown we have had, but prior to the lockdown everything would be open.
These days we don’t always have a roast especially if the weather has been too hot for a roast.
Sundays can often be just a busy on some occasions. There was no internet back in the 80’s and waiting for a bus, which was the 11, the 211 came later, and you could be waiting for ages.
Then came rugby league and then I started going to watch the London Broncos at the weekends instead, home and away.
Do I miss those days?
Yeah part of me does, as I don’t see anyone from Chelsea now as most of the crowd that used to be there at the weekends have either moved out of Chelsea or sadly passed away.
If they are listening thank you to all those back in them days because they were fantastic times and sorry for moaning sometimes and taking them slightly for granted.
Should I have known they weren’t going to last forever I would have spent more time taking them days in and loving them a whole lot more.
Have a good rest of the Sunday people and please stay safe.
Many thanks for reading,
Carrie x
