The race that stops a nation

Yesterday was Melbourne Cup Day, here in Oz.  A public holiday in some states, it may as well be so in Sydney too for all the work that gets done.  Many a memory of a boozy lunch flooded into my brain, as I sat watching the race with a baby attached to my boob.

We had a sweepstake at home - Juliet won and will receive a day's golf.  No fair.

Fashions on the field involved a tracksuit for me, a babygro for her and his sweaty running kit for Stu.  However, the real queen of the day was Miss Alice Yardley, who made ties and fascinators at daycare and here she is, modelling her creation, as she listens to the race with the rest of the gang. 

Apparently they played it on the radio and all the children yelled, "Go, horsies".

The daily report even managed a little psycho babble.  This activity allegedly "introduced an historic event and allowed the children to celebrate with the community".  As far as I know, the Dolphins didn't place bets and weren't later seen falling in the street drunk with their knickers on display, but they seemed to have had a lovely time.