I suspect this is Professor Lake's way of telling me we're off to Antarctica again, alternatively this could be from my contact in the Dept. of Demonology at Virginia University.
Strangely the parcel got to me by a really roundabout route. It was delivered by Parcel Farce to the wrong address, the resident there handed to the Royal Mail postman, who (although he didn't have to) tried to unsuccessfully to deliver it to me, I was out. So I got a Royal Mail card to pick up a Parcel Farce delivery from the Royal Mail sorting office.