On Sunday I, along with 25 or so other women (friends), were treated to a lovely meal cooked and served by the boys. The boys being friends who love to cook and they’ve started doing this – this being the third ladies lunch in as many years.

I organised childcare and caught the train to the venue – a friend’s house. It was a horse cup theme and we were instructed to wear a hat. I have a hat that looks a bit like a jockey’s hat so I went as a jockey. At the last minute I found my horse whip in the form of a long stemmed heart shaped bubble blower.

They’d even organised friends who work at a local TV station to voiceover a Melbourne cup race for our viewing pleasure. This was after we’d drawn names out of a hat, names that were more double entendres than traditional horses names. There was a first and last prize – neither of which I won.

But that didn’t matter. We were fed, and we were fed very very well. Yesterday at work because of meetings and so on, I ran out of time for lunch but I didn’t feel like it because I was still SO full from Sunday lunch. But not only were we fed but I didn’t have to pour one drink for myself. I could get used to lifting up my glass and it being filled. During the main course I wanted another piece of roast meat but they were too large. Normally I would have just left it, or cut it myself but I didn’t have to do either. Upon my request, the meat was cut into smaller pieces for me. Oh, I could get used to it.

I love the ladies lunch, I really love it. It’s not often that I’m spoilt which makes it all the more special.