A saint and Esther in Pisac

Dan, Esther & I went to Pisac today on the bus.
Earlier this month we spoke to a painter there about a watercolour he had for sale.
Unfortunately he had sold it but is going to knock another one up (I mean produce a similar masterpiece) for us.
We also had the delightful experience of watching skinned Guinea Pigs being prepared for dinner.
On the way back the bus must have had sixty people on it, all in a vehicle designed for twenty five.
Salvador has a bit of a temperature but not bad enough to stop misbehaviour.
Esther left him in our bedroom to get his milk and when she got back he had a chunk of Dairy Milk in his mouth.
Esther blamed me and I blame Christine.
We have arranged to go to Tipon for a Guinea Pig picnic on Sunday, i.e. Miriam and Dan eating them and us watching, sounded a bit cute for a minute.