At the end of last year, I emerged from my front door one afternoon to discover a box of Lindor chocolates on my front step. There was no card anywhere that I could find, and I searched. Then I racked my brains - who could have left them?????? Tim, Ed, Adam, Bob, Jim, R***, my neighbors, Carl and Lydia - WHO?
I never found out, although at least I ate quite well during the initial phase of my investigation.
Imagine my astonishment when I returned home yesterday afternoon and discovered upon my doorstep a package of mixed Lindor Truffles wrapped with a Lindor ribbon, which by the way are so good you could practically die from them, again with no card.
So now I am going through my lists again, in the completely vain hope that I will come up with a new candidate. There may be new potential culprits who have come on the scene since then, but it is not reasonable to suppose that two different people would have come up with the same romantic, generous, but ultimately crazy-making notion. So I am stuck with the same potential suspects as before. Someone who did not take credit, or who denied involvement upon being asked, must be responsible. Probably. Maybe. Who knows?
Please, if the perpetrator is reading this, identify yourself, or your next chocolately gift may have to be left on the steps of the sanatorium to which I am committed after going completely insane trying to figure your identity out. (Hmmm, could that be your fiendish plot?)
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Above, a candy box from the 1920s. I love the motto: "From Me to You." But who is "Me" if I am "You"? - that is the question! |
I never found out, although at least I ate quite well during the initial phase of my investigation.
Imagine my astonishment when I returned home yesterday afternoon and discovered upon my doorstep a package of mixed Lindor Truffles wrapped with a Lindor ribbon, which by the way are so good you could practically die from them, again with no card.
So now I am going through my lists again, in the completely vain hope that I will come up with a new candidate. There may be new potential culprits who have come on the scene since then, but it is not reasonable to suppose that two different people would have come up with the same romantic, generous, but ultimately crazy-making notion. So I am stuck with the same potential suspects as before. Someone who did not take credit, or who denied involvement upon being asked, must be responsible. Probably. Maybe. Who knows?
Please, if the perpetrator is reading this, identify yourself, or your next chocolately gift may have to be left on the steps of the sanatorium to which I am committed after going completely insane trying to figure your identity out. (Hmmm, could that be your fiendish plot?)
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