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A couple of weeks ago I received a phone call from a particularly charming Englishman I know. He spoke quickly and fabulously and told me about an event coming up at Penny’s Hill Winery for the Melbourne Cup.
I heard the words ‘champagne’, ‘canapes’ ‘wine’, ‘three courses’, ‘Africola‘, ‘fashion’ and ‘horses’. ACTUAL REAL LIFE HORSES.
My face was essentially doing that little ‘oh my god’, hands on cheeks, Home Alone emoji.
(Will they let me pat the ponies?)