Pitabread was running a little late.

 The traffic was unusually busy near the Wrongurway Heads.

Pitabread said "Bhreesh!" several times. He also tried to swear in Chinese.

"该死!"

When he finally arrived at the club he was almost twenty minutes late. Play had begun and Pitabread decided to settle down with a coffee and watch for a while.

He sat next to Hilda and Jenny. They smiled at him, then continued their in-depth conversation.

Then Pitabread spotted who was playing.

Mickey!

Bloody Mickey, the know-it-all right-wing bully, was back!

Pitabread thought about walking back to his car there and then. His two companions were still deep in conversation and wouldn't have noticed.

Then he remembered some very good advice he had got from a blogging friend, Dickie (of Dickie's Trombone Case).

Dickie had advised him, "Μην ξοδεύετε τη ζωή σας ανησυχώντας."

Pitabread remembered how he had put a sign on the comments section of his blog telling people to speak English. 

Pitabread thought, "Ah, it's all Greek to me!"

Dickie had gone on to advise him, "Απλά αγνοήστε τον. Δεν είναι δικό σου πρόβλημα."

Pitabread wished, in that moment, that he had paid attention to those Greek classes they had sat through in 3Bean many years ago. He smiled as he remembered that Dickie had been in 3 Heck.

Another blogger, Robot, had said that he should make up with Mickey because God does love a few National Party supporters. Robot had given him some advice in Frisian but had obviously copied something incorrectly into Google Translate.

The advice he'd given Pitabread was, when Pitabread translated it, "Have fun buoys, but don't use sign language."

Pitabread was very confused about what to do next.

Here is where you come in, dear reader.

Can you leave a comment, in English and not another silly language or American, to help Pitabread out of his predicament?

I'm sure he would really appreciate your help.

Thanks, in anticipation.