And it's the weekend at last. Tomorrow is the Hinterland Cat Show, held at Broadbeach. I'm stewarding so I expect it will be a pretty full-on day for me.
And then there's Sunday. The one day of the year where I don't answer the phone, I don't go out, and make absolutely no plans whatsoever - because Bathurst is sacrosanct. I will be parking my bum on the lounge from early morning until the victory celebrations begin. Bring it on!