. . . got wind of . . .OUCH
When you can squeak out Haydn’s Trumpet Concerto in Eb, you have arrived.
Better try mastering the Trumpet Voluntary first. And the Posthorn Gallop.
Same here.
Oh, I fart plenty - but have ALWAYS done so. I can’t say that the volume or frequency has really increased. They tend to be a bit riskier, however, given some digestive issues I’ve developed… my gastro agrees that “Farting Without Fear” would be an excellent name for a very strange self-help book.
It’s not really bad (yet), but I no longer Fart Without Fear. I’m to the point of Farting With Mild Trepidation. And I can hear the Fart With Fear train in the distance.