And a very late one at that. It feels very odd to be writing an end of season flourish when the new season should be upon us. But these are unprecedented times. And yes, before any of you get any clever ideas, yes, TLF is aware that the extended Premier League season finished in July so this is a mere 29 days late (doesn’t time fly in a pandemic….). But ever since then TLF has been suffering from a nasty bout of unprecedented CBAN-20.
Can’t-Be-Arsed-Ness-2020 can strike anyone. Age, underlying health conditions and eyesight issues that may require fixing at Barnards Castle are not relevant. Excess work demands, the throwing away of a Champions League place (No, it is okay I really am over it), witnessing of a general sh1tshow, politicians having no shame and a new set of disagreements at the Mighty Saints are all likely causes and when combined together can lead to blog threatening levels of apathy. Also, to be fair (or TBF as TLF likes to say) I did ramble quite a lot through significant periods of football free April, May and beyond, when normally TLF would have been putting her paws up.
It is of course an odd season to look back on. The Mighty Saints were not mighty, Lesta were brilliant and then not brilliant, and the world went to hell in a handcart. A pandemic and a country’s response to it brings out the very best of the best people and the very worst of the worst people as a wise Mr TLF stated.
It bought out of TLF some comedy blog moments, a bit too much booze, 8 (EIGHT) new football shirts (3 of which were for charidee so they don’t count), some new recipes, blonde hair and a whole new level of respect for health and social care workers and all those essential workers, we never really thought of as being essential before (post office people, refuse collectors, supermarket staff to name but a few), and perhaps most unexpectedly Marcus
Oh, and a new bit of pronunciation to argue about. Just like we don’t go to Barrrth. We don’t wear marrrrsks on public transport or in Sainsbury’s. Not some mad anti-vaxxer/rebellion movement, just the ‘Short A speakers of the Midlands and North’ teaching Mr TLF and the residents of St Albans that you wear a MASK. With a short A. See. Told you time flies in a pandemic.
The unofficial TLF break is over. Tempting though it is to wait until I can set paw in a football ground, there is always something to ramble about. From the amusement that is a 1970s cheese cookbook to how to have a festival in your parents’ back garden.
Give me another week and I’m all paws or even yours.
Slacking off Fox