...think that's really sweet mornington!
...just hope you don't experience what my then future mil did when she first met me (many moons ago now).
After a lovely meal, we moved to the lounge where a lovely fire had been lit - very cosy. The ice had been broken and the four of us were chatting away. Then mil gets up to stoke the fire and, OMG, the poor lady. As she bent over, she let out the longest, loudest fart possible. A little 'pftt' would have been bad enough but, oh no, this was a full on belter! She got up, said 'excuse the wind. Cuppa tea anyone?' Cool as a cucumber but doubtless dying inside, bless her. Haha! She was a lovely lady.