Toilet humour
The last time we had a Partido Popular (conservative) Mayor in Pinoso, some 14 years ago now, on the hustings, at a public meeting in a bar called the Hub, he lied to me directly in the question and answer session. He promised that the mains drains, about to be laid in El Culebrón, would extend as far as our house. As I said, he lied; we still have a cesspit, a black hole, though we've been paying the drainage charges to Pinoso Town Hall these fourteen years. I'm told that simple cesspits are no longer legal and, should we ever sell the house, we would need to install a septic tank system or — and this seems much better — dig that trench and put in the pipework to connect us to that tantalisingly close main drain. From time to time we order up a lorry to come and suck the gunge (nearly slipped up there) out of the bottom of the pit. Last time, the lorry driver suggested I should start pumping out the liquid part myself, to save money, and to add a bit of texture to the soil of ...