My trip to Peru had been a success. Something for the museum to proudly display and something for myself to remember the trip by.

"I don't like it," said my wife, Mary.

The boys at work were in a more celebratory mood.

Congratz… Pay rise… Grand opening in a month…

After work I couldn't find my car. Uber home where I fumbled in the dark with my keys. I'm sure our front door was blue.

At breakfast the next morning Mary was feeding a toddler while our daughter brushed her hair. Why did I think we'd only had a son?