Christmas Joke/Story*

*if you laugh at the end it's a joke, if not it's just a pointless story. . .

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“Well,” said a woman to her husband as they sat at their kitchen table. “This is our 35th Christmas together. I wonder how many more we will have?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know dear,” he replied. “I often worry how you would cope if I die before you. For example, do you think you would find another partner?”

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“I don’t think I would like to be by myself,” she reasoned. “Would you mind if I did find someone else?”

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He thought a moment before saying: “Not at all. You will have to make your own decisions when I am not here.”

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He thought some more and asked: “Would you, and whoever your next partner is, live in this house?”

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“Well, I do like this house,” she confirmed. “Yes, I think I would like to carry on living here.”

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He was getting a bit non-pulsed, but carried on: “And would you keep our bed?”

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“It is a very comfortable bed. Yes I think I would keep using the bed," she said.

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He was now quietly angry but asked. “And would you give him my collection of German stamps?”

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“Oh, no dear,” she smiled.  “He only collects Great Britain.”