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Old 15th October 2017, 13:56
Bob Smith United Kingdom Bob Smith is offline
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A very old man was lying in bed counting out his final hours on earth. He had had a good life. His children loved him,he had made a success of his working life & he had a devoted wife - so devoted in fact that, as he lay preparing to make his peace with his Maker, he could smell delicious aromas rising from the kitchen.
Was she baking? Could he, despite his declining faculties, smell his favourite buns- the currant & sultana buns that she had baked the first time they met at the village cake stall all these years ago? What a charming & thoughtful gesture.
Weak as he was, the old man managed to lift one leg out of bed, swivel himself round & then lift out the other.Standing was a challenge, but he managed, stumbling from the end of the bed to the chest of drawers & then to the bedroom door.Ahead lay the top of the stairs, but beyond lay the kitchen & freshly baked fruit buns. On he lurched, grasping at the bannisters as he lowered his fragile frame gingerly downwards step by step until he reached the hall.
He was feeling faint by now, but he managed to haul himself towards the kitchen door, which he flung open before collapsing on the kitchen floor.Then , with one final effort, the old man grabbed a chair & pulled himself up to reach towards the tray of warm fruit buns. He stretched out a trembling hand & then his wife's spatula came smacking down on it.

"Keep your hands off," she snapped." They're for the funeral."
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