Aranged to meet some person who posts on an expats (hate that word) board we go on - this time it's bloke.
Grumpy said I'm a tart, chatting up these strange men
Can't be as bad as that woman we met in Tavira though - but we're meeting him on Thursday morning - market day Can always make some sort of excuse, I suppose
I should explain - really - that he has moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere and the rats were taking over - he's trying to get rid of them.
Apparently, rats like carob trees and will hide in them and jump onto your roof then down your chimney.