It's Sunday morning and I'm trying to scare off a hangover with a coffee and ham and cheese toastie at the airport.
Has anyone else noticed their hangovers are delayed when they're older? You wake up bright as a button and are lulled into a false sense of security. Then bam! Someone hits you over the head with a full sized frozen barramundi.
So I'm feeling top of the pops at the moment. Probs still high on life after catching up with some of my faveys this weekend.
A day in the Committee Room at Flemington, duck ragout and crafternoon cleverness. I've been well and truly spoilt.
Thanks to Amanda, Gem and Lill. My Melbourne posse never fails to deliver xx