The Mystery Fondue Set

Ow... hand cramp. Why is it that when I was a kid I was able to knock out reams of handwritten material with barely more than a callous on my finger, but these days a few minutes with a pen leaves me in agony? Probably the fact that I never pick up a pen other than to do the crossword or buy stuff at Argos.

The cramp has been brought on by writing out thank-you cards to everyone who bought us a gift for the wedding. Once again John Lewis has been a godsend (gah... how lower middle class am I?) by sending us big long lists of who bought what.

Which is fine when people fill in the "from" box with their names. When they (deliberately or by accident) fill it in with "Jane and Simon" rather than their own names, it makes it somewhat vexing. Unless we brought ourselves a fondue set and then wiped our own memories, which I somehow doubt.

So we know someone bought us a lovely fondue set (no really, we wanted one, it's really nice), but we don't know who and I'm worried that they don't realise we don't know, and will think we're horribly ungrateful for not saying thanks.

There's an off chance that it's someone who reads my blog, hence the plea. Who is the Phantom Fondue Buyer? Answers to the email address if you wish to maintain your anonymity!