In these (still) UPTs (unprecedented times), TLF is of the view that it is important for morale (mine if no one else’s) to keep traditions alive, even if we have to adapt.
Like so many other much-loved traditions, the annual Birmingham girls weekend away was a casualty of lockdown. No cottage, no catching up, no hot tub, no ‘oh let’s have one more coffee before we go out’, no pub lunch, no lager fuelled inappropriate purchase by TLF (see November 2019 for details), no Satday night Strictly-Fest complete with comedy attempts at Argentine Tango, no big Sunday walk and no Sunday night roast.
On the plus side that did all mean, avoiding the traditional Mr TLF sulk as he was ‘abandoned’ for the weekend. Although TLF Towers turned out to not be a sulk free zone as he introduced the new sulk that is called ‘why are you here? This is when I have the place to myself and eat frozen prawn vindaloo.’
To add insult to Mr TLF injury, the Green Room Committee (that’s the girls) still had plans; we could all watch his very not favourite programme Strictly together, if not in body then in Zoom.
Strict(ly) rules of engagement were required. It’s one thing shushing Lisa when we are all in one room with one TV. Ten of us and nine TVs required some military precision muting.
While the Strictly performances might have been a bit underwhelming and the marking a bit on the generous side you can’t beat watching it with the girls; nor the hours of conversation that followed. And in fine tradition, TLF doesn’t really remember going to bed.
The following day, as is tradition, high flying Lesta went to Anfield and got a bit of a footballing lesson.
Traditions? Over rated.
FoxTrot (BOOM!BOOM!)
Keeeeeep Zooming
