You step into the house, still loosening your tie, brain fried from office politics, and then boom — that tiny pastel-coloured note catches your eye on the shoe cabinet. Her handwriting is that familiar messy-pretty style she only uses when she’s feeling playful.

Dear beloved husband,

Welcome home. I'm hiding somewhere in the house. Find and catch me if you can. I'm waiting for you at the place you wouldn't expect me to hide. Kinda a clue, isn't it? Remember, the loser will cook dinner tonight.

xoxo your wife