Beloved called, sounding, well, bemused.
"I've just had a box delivered to me at work," he began.
Beloved: "It's addressed to me, at work, and it's got six bottles of whiskey in it."
Prudence: "I never get boxes like that."
Beloved: "Did you order it?"
Prudence: "No. "
Beloved: "There's no note or card or anything and it's from [enormous discount liquor chain]."
Prudence: "That's a pretty cool mystery."
Sadly, it turned out to have been sent by head office in Sydney and the bottles were presents for Beloved's top clients.
A most unsatisfactory solution to the mystery.