Simon teetered on the brink of his temper, every nerve tingling with irritation. The relentless nagging washed over him. His patience was as thin, ready to snap under the weight of his frustration.

He could practically taste the acrid bitterness of anger, seeming just a heartbeat away from boiling over. The conversation felt like a distant memory, his mind clouded with the turmoil of the day, as he groaned in utter annoyance.

“Bloòdy hell shut up-,”