Last week saw our annual racing carnival - the Launceston Cup come to town. I LOVE this time of year - it's the perfect opportunity to frock up and drink some serious bubbly.
Every year I go with my sister, it's a real family affair as our Dad has a tent right on the track and we spend the whole day drinking champagne, eating and betting. However, this year we were lucky enough to score tickets to a corporate tent, so we didn't hesitate ditching the family in favour of a few hours eating prawns and whoopie pies (see pic below)
Yep, I'm one classy broad!We are both taller than Dad at the best of times but nothing like two of your daughters donning some HUGE high heels, to bruise the old mans ego!
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