Returning

Fourteen months ago, our sternlaw brought us a pot of soup because our house was in a bit of turmoil that day. (Some miscreant had broken into our house and turned the place upside-down!)

The soup was well appreciated but, afterwards, we failed to connect to return the empty pot. And because there was still turmoil, we then forgot about it. Duhh.

A month ago, she reminded us and we had no idea of its whereabouts: it had gone from our memories even that we had not returned it.

There was another pot in the cupboard that we did not know the origin of. So we tried to return it, but we were told in no uncertain terms that it was the wrong pot. We continued to puzzle over the problem.

Then, yesterday, cleaning out a deep cupboard, I found this one. Double duhh.

It indeed has now been determined to be the long-lost pot of the in-laws. It's on its way home.