A Very British Lunch in 50 Words
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1 min readDec 22, 2015
Nanna farted blowing out her 90th birthday candles. She blew the ‘zero’ right out. The ‘nine’ was more stubborn. I stood to extinguish it with my thirty-two-year-old lungs, thumping the table to hide the flatulence, spilling everyone’s cups of tea into their saucers. Nobody said a word.
