The weekend was fun. The races, dinner with friends, birthday parties, a smattering of sunshine.
Skip and I were really looking forward to the races. The first time they'd been on at Randwick in months. We awoke on Saturday morning to pouring rain. Ever optimistic we kept saying it was going to pass.
We got to the track and got a prime table on the lawn, while everyone sniggered at us from inside the grandstand. "They'll be sorry when the sun comes out and we've got the best table," we said. Alas, the sun never did come out. We made the best of it though, no winners, but still fun.
Tuckered out from the races (and getting up all night) D snuggled in bed with me on Sunday morning to catch a few zzzs. So nice not to have to rush early on a Sunday morning.
Sunday was filled with kids birthday parties.
Last night, the kids were high on sugar from cake and lollies and Skip made an incredible roast to finish off the weekend.
I've got another busy week ahead, so it's time to take a deep breath and here we go....