A WOMAN whose weekly yoga sessions have moved online is enjoying the freedom to fart audibly throughout.
After years of spending most of each class fighting not to let one rip, Francesca Johnson can now release fully during her downward dogs, safe in the knowledge that nobody besides her husband will have to put up with the stench.
Johnson said: “Before lockdown, my yoga class was the most stressful moment of my week. There are only so many vinyasas a sphincter can take before it needs to blow off steam.
“All my focus would go on trying to keep things silent-but-violent, so no one would know I was the chronic farter.
“Doing the class at home is a complete game-changer. I can chuff away at will and there’s zero judgement if I don’t join in with most of the poses, or if I happen to be pissed.”
Yoga teacher Mary Fisher said: “I’m so nauseatingly zen that it’s never been a problem for me. My rectum is at one with the universe: my farts are the air and the air is my farts.”