[password] Ridingmore[position] 20 02.7 162 55.5W
[weather] ENE 6-12 knots
[speed] 4-8 knots[status] The bananas have turned! The back deck under the radome is becoming a quagmire of over-ripe mushy bananas, which are being shed slowly and indelicately over the helm as the boat rocks. With safety first, there's a real danger that someone gets conked on the head with one of these sticky mushy projectiles- perhaps its time to crack out the hardhats. If someone texts us a banana cake recipe I'll atempt to resolve the issue, although if I'm on the end of the spatula then the resultant cake may be a H&S hazard in itself- Lyndsay, where are you when Oceanus is in a time of need?!? And Dani, you've deserted us with your banana pancakes recipe!

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