29.11.09 interim
Fenella
Sun 29 Nov 2009 18:26
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The sun continues to blaze down affecting us all.
Having turned the Commodore's head into a heliograph it seems to have penetrated
further. This morning he bestrode the poop ordering anyone who would listen to
"Engage the enemy more closely". He is quieter now that we have given him some j
cloths to cut up. John, who belives himself to be the ship's chaplain, is still
a bundle of irrepressible energy so bent on boat speed that we have determined
that the very mention of the word "speed" earns the forfeit of eating one of our
fast ripening bananas. Spriggs has turned his back on us all looking wistfully
towards Africa whilst chanting his mantra "Feesh". Tim is fine of course apart
from spending his time spotting imaginary butterflies whilst our skipper bursts
from his cabin like Dudley Moore in Arthur when he wakes to find his bed full of
bimbos rather than Gillie each morning.
So, after a week at sea, we have developed into a
formidable racing machine.
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