Pete is a robot who spent some time on Earth his diaries are as indescribable as Trump but hopefully, make more sense.

Men In Overalls

An overall is like a strapless handbag, there is a pocket for everything. 

Thanks to a bump on the ferry from a van driven by (as Don put it) a geriatric reversing with her reading glasses on Don’s car had been bashed within an inch of its life.

And Don, swearing like Bunnie on the wrong side of a hangover, insisted on visiting the ‘lads’- a squad of mechanics who happily do ‘discounted cash payments’.

We were heading for a garage, a place I was curious to see until Woody explained it wasn’t a band or a sale but merely a place where cars were fixed.

The rain was, to quote Bunnie, “pelting down”. 

“There are three sorts of rain,” she said. “Smirr or was it smear?————heavy and ‘run for cover’.”

“Run for cover?” said Mex, still looking green from her ferry/sugar sickness. “On Planet Hy Man we have only one sort of rain ‘dig a dam or drown’.”