1 November 2011


A Yorkshire 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 banister rail 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 dozens of his favourite scones.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Yorkshire wife of sixty years, ensuring 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 ....

"Bugger off!" she said. "They're for the funeral!"
(Thanks to Sofia for sending me this)


  1. That has really brightened my day. Thank you.

  2. Oh that's great! And typical Yorkshire. :)

  3. Typical Yorkshire indeed! Excellent. :)

  4. I loved it! Mind you, that photo of scones made me really REALLY want one!

  5. Hahahahahaha! One of the rare events in our house - I was unladylike and laughed some spit at the computer screen.

  6. Oh that is a great one. The ending was totally unexpected. Great Yorkshire humor.


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