This morning when I returned from my walk, a pleasant surprise awaited me. It was a gorgeous bouquet of pink flowers, the very same ones you see in the picture above. 'Who has sent these?' I asked my husband. He shrugged, ' It was there when I came back after walking the dog,' he said. I looked for a card, and there was none. It was an anonymous mystery sender. 'I am sure you sent it, as a surprise! And you are pretending that you haven't,' I told my husband. 'No, I actually wanted to get you flowers, but I didn't get around to it. I didn't send it. Must be one of your friends,' he said. I was puzzled. It had to be someone who knew my residential address, and I wondered who it could be. 'Perhaps it was wrongly delivered, and it was meant for someone else,' I said. 'No chance. How can anyone wrongly deliver these flowers? It's someone who has sent it for you,' said my husband. I asked one of my closest fri