The Races

Lets pretend I haven't been AWOL, and pick right up were I left off. Just that funny thing called life, and can't-be-bothered-itis getting in the way of a good old bloggy chinwag.

Anyhow. Races. Annual. Dusty. Dirty. Catering. Frocks. Long day. Fun times.

As I wasn't the principal organiser this year, I had time to do some faffing. The Thursday before the races, scratching about looking for a big sheet of card to make the price list, I was inspired. Went to the shed, found the perfect sized bit of fibro (ply would have been better, but beggars can't be choosers). Found the small time of blackboard paint purchased eons ago and never used, went to work. Dried instantly, so that afternoon armed with chalk got busy. Made a zillion spelling mistakes in my concentration on letter formation, which IG people very helpfully, and loudly ;-) pointed out. Rest assured, I repaired the errors the next morning.

Girly fashion choices were made. For the little girls in the family at least.

  Food shed. Decorated gaily with bunting and green masking tape to stop our plastic tablecloth blowing away. Little ladies having a day out.

Fashion at its finest, The Husband finding himself wearing a pink cupcake apron whether he liked it or not (matched the rest of the canteen staff! and protected his new shirt from fat splatters). The school staff scrubbed up all right - teacher aides in the middle and Miss Mach on the right.

The Husband was supported ably by our local chopper pilot/campdraft president/ratbag, who wore a floral apron with flare (he thought florals suited him more than stripes).... Loving that orange/coral with navy!! And so nice to see YELLOW!!! (the girl on the outside taking home the Fashions on The Fields for the day).

And we even saw some horses run past.

   

And there endeth the annual race meeting for another year. Sandwhiches made, wrapped and sold. Pies heated, roast-beef-and-gravy-rolls served up, kebabs cooked with love (and quiet swearing).

All over til next year!