Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Sam and I celebrated our sixth anniversary on Sunday. Marie came round to baby-sit, so we snuck out to an Indian restaurant in town called the Indian Palace. We had eaten there once before and greatly enjoyed it, so we wanted to give it another go and see if the experience was repeatable (bloody empiricists). It was.

I'm sure that the various dishes we had were quite unlike the food we'd have really found in India. Luckily for us we were in Cork instead and came away stuffed and very pleased with ourselves.

Since Rowan was born we haven't done too badly for nights out, though obviously less so than when we were childless. Each one is greatly appreciated nonetheless, as I cherish the time with Sam and the chance to focus just on the two of us, just for a little while.