Thursday wouldn't be Thursday without a drive to Moruya and lunch at the Moruya Bowling Club. The menu was still the same, but the prices had gone up by one dollar. Has the cost-of-living crisis finally come as far as the Far South Coast?
Anyway, I ignored it when I heard that they also offered mulligatawny soup. I absolutely love mulligatawny soup! It used to be on every supermarket shelf until some twenty years ago, when it mysteriously disappeared. And there it was again, for the first time in two decades, as hot and spicy and delicious as ever. What an absolute treat!
I went back for another treat, a lime cheesecake with ice cream, but I almost screamed when I looked at the cash register display. I told the girl behind it that I knew all about deserts, as I had lived in the Namib Desert and the Saudi Arabian desert, but I had never eaten one before.
I wasn't sure if she had got the message, but realising that she had given me the smallest of the slices on display, I guess I got my just deserts.



