the last time i went to the perth royal show I think I was about 8 years old and the whole thing revolved around lollies, rides, show bags and trying my hardest to get someone to win me one of those giant stuffed toys. after quite a bit of coaxing from rod (culminating with him playing the T card – “you know he will love it”) we decided to spend our friday at the show.
i’m afraid i have to admit that i may have been wrong and my reluctance to go to the show was unfounded. we had a wonderful afternoon out as a family, even if it was the only day this week when it hasn’t been gloriously sunny!
we enjoyed all that delicious and artery-clogging fairground food – chips, candy, chocolate, Dagwood dogs, fairy floss, doughnuts and slushies. we bought our fair share of show bags. we watched a man fly with a rocket pack and the dressage competition and a sheep dog trial. we saw (but much to my disgust did not get to taste) all the winning cakes and biscuits. we playing with the baby animals in the petting zoo and had our photo taken with a baby goat. we (read: rod) played some games and won some stuffed toys on sideshow alley. T got to dig for potatoes (and may have had a very public meltdown when it came time to leave) and we even got to see a peppa pig show. what more could you want?!?
and really, if we had taken our own picnic lunch and steered clear of the show bags it would have been a relatively cheap family day out!