Well after a brief respite yesterday, the weather's returned to the sultry and humid conditions we've been seeing a lot of late. If this was the north west of England we'd all be agreeing it was very close, but in Sydney it's just lots of puzzled looks and disgruntled mutterings about La nina and sub-tropical conditions. And more recently there's talk of Cyclone Tracey and people who remember the wet summer of 1974 shaking their heads and looking a bit worried.
Today was stinking hot, so hot that Ella was sick, though the forecast said only 28 degrees. Having surveyed the skies and decided rain wasn't imminent we trooped off on foot to the Royal Randwick racecourse, a fifteen minute walk down the road, where they were having a family fun day to entice us war-battered parents through the gates for the races. Entry was free for people with children under eighteen, which was fitting really, as we've been driving past the racecourse all year lamenting the fact we can't actually go and see any horse racing with Ella the age she is. Then lo and behold, turns out she's our get in free card.
The racing industry in Australia has been pretty beleagured this year following an outbreak of horse flu that put paid to any race events for months on end. And then they announced the Pope's coming to Sydney next year and they're holding the rally at Randwick, so that's going to bugger up the racing as well. People aren't happy.
Anyway, we had a flutter on the horses and one of mine came first (I chose him because he was called Takeover Target, which appealed because I think it's high time someone did take over Target and start stocking some decent clothes), but I only won $16 so we won't be putting a deposit on a waterfront property any time soon.
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