What the Aussie girl drank

16 Feb
some of the wines drunk

And this isn’t all of them.

‘Oh you’re her father’s girl!’ people always said while I was growing up.    My dad grew up in a country town and was one of ten, 8 boys and 2 girls.  He and his brothers played a lot of footy, took a lot of girls to the local dances (he met Mum at around this time) – and the band of brothers learnt the ways of the bottle pretty early on.  There are many parts of me that are Dad and they’re not all liquid-related  – but let’s just say there’s a tradition to uphold and an annual trip back to Australia requires some catching up.   Thankfully I’ve acquired a bit of Mum in me too in the last few years, but hey, it is Summer and it is once a year.

So yes, I think I am still officially Dad’s girl.

My delicious journey’s list will follow!

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