Lobo Lobo, my cable TV technician came over, drenched to the bone, his trousers rolled up over his ankles, his umbrella destroyed, all the spokes sticking out, he was also carrying a surfboard. He looked like a wet rag, along with him were a pack of strays all soaked, shaking the rain water off.

“Lobo Lobo, come in I say, you need a towel and a hot cup of tea… what happened?”

“Wot to tell you men Dikuna, I chose the wettest day to come and fix your cable, see from Virar, I have to take two trains and the monorail to get to you, but de tracks are flooded, and de blasted passengers wouldn’t allow de dogs onto the Rail, den de blasted monorail broke down only, serves dem right for not allowing dese poor canines!”