Just for fun.

Nothing Like a Drunken Emergency

Well… mine would be red wine but still..


A Scottish Love Story.

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, 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.

Thermomix Recipe: Basil Cheese Loaf.
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4 Responses to Just for fun.

  1. Ellen says:

    Two smiles for the price of one today, very witty, and yes, I’d be running with my glass of red too. I am so pleased to hear that you have your tickets for Hong Kong, in your hand, to have and to hold …I bet you’re wishing the days away.

  2. Urspo says:

    what sort of beer?

  3. Liz says:

    He, he, he. Very entertaining.

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