SCOTTISH LOVE STORY

An elderly Scotsman 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, 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 out 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 Scottish
wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
landing on his knees in rumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled
towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by
his wife with a wooden spoon .......

F**k off she said, they're for the funeral.

Ahhhhhh Man,That Is Just Not Right!!

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Originally posted by Moremonte:
Ahhhhhh Man,That Is Just Not Right!!

Maybe not.....but I still smiled.

Me too.

Gettin Whacked with a wood spoon is not normal??

getting smacked with a wooden spoon was how my mother taught me to read before I even started school.