... and make me feel better about what happened to me earlier. I'm mortified.
I ate pizza and pop for lunch. Too much of both (it was a buffet and I'm greedy) and neither particularly agrees with me. I'm old enough to know better but hey ho.
Anyway, as the afternoon progressed, I found myself feeling rather windy. I needed to do a spot of shopping before heading home. At one point, I decided I was rather uncomfortable so headed to a distant corner of the shop I was in, to 'release the pressure'. Behind the display of men's jeans I let rip. Big time. Unfortunately, the mannequin I was stood next to turned out not to be a mannequin but a sales assistant wearing the same clothing as the T-shirts on display alongside
. He totally looked like a mannequin until he moved to give me his best Paddington Bear stare.
Anyway, mortified is an understatement. I can never show my (fart) face in Fat Face ever again!