Want to buy a pig?

We were both indoors this afternoon  (grey, cloudy, cool and definitely not like yesterday)  when there came a raised voice from outside and the sound of a vehicle.  John went out to see who it was and what he wanted but it wasn't anyone he knew or understood.  Some of these old boys are very difficult to make sense of,  even those we have been  trying to talk to for the past few years. 

I put my slippers on and went out too,  by which time John had gone out of the gate to chat and see what was wanted.  A very down on it's axles car was outside,  the boot was open and inside was a large box of piglets.

¿Quieres comprar un cerdo?  he said.  Not quite what we'd expected to be asked,  and no thanks.  'Paco up the road has pigs,'  we said.    'Ah, yes.  Paco's my friend'  he replied,  which made a change as normally round here, everyone is everyone's cousin! 

He shut the boot,  jumped in the car and with a belch of blue smoke headed off down the pista towards Yátor.