Boring. Sunday afternoons as a kid were hell: dragged off to the grandparents so the grown-ups could talk about dull grown-up stuff, nothing on the telly, nothing to do as all my friends were in another town and even the shops were shut, no internet (I mean it was a established at that time but not outside a handful of universities and other stuff not available to a 10-year-old) and... yeah. Once computers became popular when I was about 12 there wasn't really internet; just a few dial-up services and competing stuff was often more popular such as Prestel, but all out of the range of a 12-year-old's pocket money and would tie up the family's one analogue dial-phone which could only realistically be used with an acoustic coupler.
No floppy drives either, at least not for me: if I couldn't afford Prestel, I definitely couldn't afford a floppy drive and controller which between them would set me back probably more than the cost of a high-end gaming rig would today when allowing for inflation. It was all wrinkly cassettes, which may or may not load and while some games were excellent, others were less so. Saving was even more problematic so I usually didn't bother...
