Apparently there are some mysterious bills on out credit card from Pierre Herme, a well-known patisserie in Paris. I remember my translator telling me I must have a macaroon there, but I never did The amounts of these bills? 450 and 700 Euro - and there were two more transactions that the bank caught and blocked. Now, Pierre Herme may not be cheap, but that’s still a hell of a lot of gateau. I had an instant image of the culprit - a lonely, whalishly obese person carrying cakes and biscuits home by the carload then eating them for days and nights on end, slowly pushing fistful after fistful of carbohydrate into their poor mouth, unable to stop, reduced to credit card fraud to feed their addiction.
Or perhaps it was Mr Creosote.