Ladies lunch — country style

I don’t do ladies lunches as a rule — but I couldn’t refuse our ‘Truffle harvester’s cut out’ at Zeps in Campbell Town yesterday.

The five of us girls got together with our boss to toast the end of the truffle season. We’ve never shared a meal together looking so clean!

I couldn’t just do a ladies lunch though — I had to tie in farm jobs as well.

There were lick blocks for lactating ewes to order and layer pellets to buy for our chooks, Peg and Putt.

I’d also organised my truffle mate Jeanie to transport our new Casterton auction pup bred by Mathew Johnson to lunch. (He stunk the girls out in the car and yapped the whole way home.)

After a glass of wine or two, and a big famous Zeps meal, by the time I’d called into the Tunnack Club on the way home I was a wreck.

I don’t know how ladies doing ladies lunches do it! I was more stuffed than if I’d been crutching all day!

That’s it! I’ve hung up my heels and I’m leaving it to the professionals.