The wooden spoon mystery

Lunchtime: phone rings.

“The post has been. Did you order a wooden spoon?”

A what?

“A wooden spoon.”

Um no. Why (frantically checking Amazon) would I have ordered a wooden spoon?

“Well, a parcel has arrived, addressed to you, and it says ‘wooden spoon’ on the customs form.”

Wait. Somebody has sent a wooden spoon from overseas?

“Yes.”

Where (frantically wracking brain for a clue) overseas?

“China, by the looks of it.”

Isn’t there a delivery note? (Who do I know in China that would send me a wooden spoon?)

“No. Will I open it?”

Go on then. (Why would anybody send me a wooden spoon?)

“Oh. It’s absolutely lovely. It’s not a wooden spoon, like a wooden spoon, but a really dark wood. The shape is wonderful. It’s gorgeous.”

And there’s no note inside?

“Nope. Why did you just order one?”

I didn’t order a wooden spoon.

“Well. You know what you’re like. Ordering odd things, then forgetting about them.”

I think I would remember ordering a single spoon… (wouldn’t I?) I’ll check (all my usual random purchase sites) when I get home.

Get home 8 hours later: pick up baggie

Is this it?

“Yes. Do you remember ordering it?”

I’ve been wracking my brains all afternoon. Maybe it’s been delivered here by mistake?

Open baggie

Oh. It IS wonderful. I love it. Don’t remember ordering it. It’s not so much a spoon, more like a ladle…

“So it is! It’s perfect for a ladle”

OH…

“What?”

Ladle! I think I know who it came from…

“?”

Remember that time we served soup, and I happened to mention how, after 23years wed, we still don’t appear to own a ladle?

“Oh… The daft buggers!”

Aye.

When is a spoon not a spoon?