Granny Brown was the guest of honour at a party organised by her family who had all gathered from various parts of the country to celebrate their beloved matriarch's 90th birthday. Granny was huddled up in her chair with a blanket over her knees watching her large progeny play and laugh and talk. After a while her daughter noticed that poor mother was leaning over to one side. She called her son and said, "oh, look, poor mother is leaning over. Just go and prop her up with a cushion or two, there's a good boy."

So the grandson did as he was told and granny was sitting upright again. Not long after, her young great-niece noticed she was leaning to the other side and straightened her up with more cushions. Later her nephew rushed up, just in time to stop poor granny from tipping forward.

Now Granny was sitting propped up in all her cushions, constantly checked upon by her doting family. They now noticed Granny becoming more and more cross. "Perhaps she's had enough excitement," they wondered.

Her daughter-in-law approached gently and asked her if she was enjoying the party.

"Everyone's being very nice," said the elderly lady grumpily, "but they WON'T let me FART!"