UPDATE FROM THE LAND OF
NOD
The party at Marimba’s on Saturday
night was hard.
Got home at 4am.
Meantime we had made arrangements to engage the grandson
for the day on Sunday.
My head was still marimba’ing when the daughter dropped
him off just after 10am.
Off we went to Pop at Canal Walk where I
forced down a very dry chicken prego roll while the grandson
went a-trampolining..
I sat there in a trance wandering why they called it a prego
roll if there was no sauce on it.
It was basically a grilled chicken breast plonked on a roll
and served with what looked and tasted like three small
shrivelled, deep-fried olives on the side.
Luke warm coffee.
