A Little Sunday Humour


An elderly man lay dying in his bed while suffering the
agonies of impending death,
he suddenly smelled the
aroma of his favourite scones
wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength,and lifted himself from
the bed.
Leaning on the wall with his remaining strength
he slowly made his way out of the bedroom,and with even greater effort gripping the railing with both hands,he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath he leaned against the door-frame,gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there spread upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
Was it heaven or was it one final act of love from his devoted Yorkshire wife of sixty years, seeing to it he left this world a happy man.
Mustering one great final effort he threw himself toward the table landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled toward a scone at the edge of the table when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooded spoon!!!!
Bugger off she said, they’re for the funeral.

God Bless and keep reading

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About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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One Response to A Little Sunday Humour

  1. If he was ‘elderly’ I hope that means he was a lot older than his wife!!!

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