Can we talk about the f word

[HighlandWorrier]

As in fart?! After 16 years together I am no longer mortified when I have to pass wind around him but DH always passes a snide comment, like he never does it As a good Scottish saying goes "where ever you may be let your wind blow free!"
I know it's not supposed to be ladylike and I would be mortified in public but come on fellow mumsnetters admit it do you let rip in front of your other halves too or disappear off somewhere private?

Popped up on my fone this morning

Haha SheWho, some people will try anything for a quick buck

Haha SheWho, some people will try anything for a quick buck

I don't understand what you mean. Farting in someone's face is a very clear message, I'd have thought. I bet it was part of an ongoing pattern of abuse.

Farting in someone's face is a very clear message, I'd have thought. I bet it was part of an ongoing pattern of abuse

Not necessarily - perhaps the farter really couldn't keep it in, and was up a ladder; perhaps the "fartee" is an offender himself and everyone was sick of his behaviour; perhaps there faster bent over and accidentally poked one out just as the fartee was bending down near him/her - there are many ways this could have happened accidentally.

Certainly if it had happened to me I would have certainly complained/ commented to the offender, would only have taken it to HR/management if I KNEW it was deliberate.

I doubt I'd be trying to sue.

Schadenfreude-presumably any of the scenarios you present would have immediately been followed by apologies?

Check out my username - I work on a bladder/bowel ward and believe me after working there ALL embarrassment over farting disappears, indeed we celebrate farts as a good thing! I have a good friend who works there also and when we meet outside of work we fart in front of one another, seriously WHO CARES, it's an essential healthy bodily function!

Yep, that sums it up Fartacus. We are all human, and all of us get wind. Some more than others but hey.

A friend of mine tells of being in the loo and an uncle affectionately enquiring from outside the door after a noisy one - 'Lady Trumpington I presume?' Always makes me smile that.

Perhaps they were Bertrand.