Dwayne and I met an old friend of mine for dinner last night and on my boss' recommendation, we checked out Hell of the North.
Good company, good food.
Plus we probably won't be able to have a night out like this for a while so it was quite looked forward to. Except, that by 8pm, both Dwayne and I were getting a bit uncomfortable. We have no idea why it feels okay when it's just the two of us out alone but when we are out with friends, even with those whom we love dearly, we are always feeling guilty that we haven't seen Miranda all day and that with each passing minute, we are going to get less and less time with her when we get home.
We must be the oddest people. Or just normal parents. Hah.
Mocktail for me - Dixie cooler
Dwayne's Beef Bourguignon, Marrow Butter
My Milawa Duck Pot-au feu