I've just had the most indulgent weekend in terms of food and wine, and it ain't over yet.
I went to an in-law family wedding in Pennant Hills in Sydney, on the way there and back made a flying visit to some friends who have just moved to Sydney, and all along the way ate the most incredible food and drank a lot of vino.
Then drove back first thing today to have a celebratory birthday lunch with my parents (it's the last day of the 30s today) at a very nice Canberra venue.
Bumblebee wasn't allowed to come to the wedding (classic family-type wedding, BTW, all the regular eccentrics to keep the reception ticking) so he went to Cootamundra with Colonel and Lady Duck for a reunion of some obscure branch of the family tree, and then back again for this lunch.
In a desperate attempt to stop eating and drinking we took Bumblebee to the movies this afternoon to see Stardust, which is terrific but visually as rich as some of the food we've been eating, and so now I feel bloated and queasy.
Tomorrow we're going to Floriade to squeeze the squeaky balls of these kangaroos: