A Day at the Races

Yesterday, for something completely different, we played 'dress up' and went to the races!  To Royal Randwick for the Emirates Doncaster Day, no less.

And not just as some of the crowd, either.  My son's girlfriend works for another airline and was able to secure four tickets and took her mum, my daughter and myself as guests in the Emirates Marquee, where we rubbed shoulders with celebrities from the world of sport and entertainment.  We got to drink a seemingly endless supply of Moet champagne and nibbled canapes and such whilst trying hard not to stare open-mouthed at the parade of fashionistas around us.

The two girls almost instantly turned into fiendish celebrity stalkers and proceeded to have their photos taken with everyone they thought was half famous!

There were Rugby League teams,

and famous ex-cricketers,

and gorgeous heptathletes,

and ex-netballers and current newsreaders,

and 'Packed to the Rafters' stars,

and 'Ready, Steady, Cook'-ers!

What horse won the big race?  Who knows!!  All we know is that after it was all over, we climbed back on the bus and made our way home again to our much less glamourous existence, where we wear clothes, not fashion, and where our faces are used to smile out of, not make us our daily bread.

That said, the champagne was lovely!