The tall person told me that there are a lot of pigs in the villages in the Georgian countryside. They wander everywhere and sometimes stray into the road and cause a traffic jam.
He said that seeing them wandering by the side of the road reminded him of the phrase “bring home the bacon.” He explained that in the twelfth century, a church in the English town of Dunmow promised a side of bacon to any married man who could swear before the congregation and God that he had not quarreled with his wife for a year and a day. A husband who could bring home the bacon was held in high esteem by the community for his forbearance.
Hmm, this pig is certainly bringing home the bacon.