Sid Gatt’s 90 year old grandpa is lying on his death bed gasping for breath knowing the end was drawing near…

When this wonderful aroma wafted up the stairs and brought a tear to the old man’s eye
it was the smell of scones, his favourite food,
his wonderful wife of 60 years was baking his favourite scones, he crawled out of bed
crawled slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen,
he reached up his frail and wrinkled hand to the table
when he got a huge wack from a wooden spoon
and his wife bellowing … F..k Off! they are for the funeral!!