“Bloody hell…” you can hear the familiar gruff voice all the way to the bedroom despite Simon being seated in the living room.

Curiously, you get up out of bed and wander into the living room to see what the commotion was about.

Almost panicking, he hides whatever he’s been working on behind his back, wrapping paper, scissors and tape sprawled out on the coffee table before him.

“O-oh! Go back to sleep, hon..” he urges you, keeping the horribly wrapped gift behind his back.