Sunday, 2 March 2014

Honest...it wasn't me




Growing up...dad didn't like us kids using the “fart” word, breaking wind was the preferred option & if you were able, it was appreciated if you could manage your system in the privacy of your own space. I don’t think it was an ultra or hyper civilised thing but there were some things that dad didn’t like. Talking about blood & guts at the tea table was another subject that lacked the required etiquette in our home. This was in contrast to my mate/friend across the road whose dad would be happy to express his wind instrument at any given time, often with self congratulatory assessment. Some time it’s good if you can hold your breath above water.



Anyway…the article is linked & is what got me thinking of such things...












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