Captain’s log- February 29th, 2008
We are approaching the fifth month of winter and the crew is starting to show signs of weakness. Flus, colds and general feelings of depression have been circulating, leaving me with a skeleton crew on deck. Although I try to keep up my strength for the sake of the men, I can feel myself being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss of melancholy. If only it wasn’t so cold! The lack of exercise and fresh air is affecting our mental faculties. The crew’s speech is slurred and we resort to grunting instead of coherent words. I fear violence if we don’t find a warm, safe, sunny haven soon.
But I mustn’t give way. One month left before we see the matted grass and the debris leftover from autumn. One month left before we can go outside with a light jacket. One month left…We can make it… We must make it…
Lina Branter 
and so wire monkey mama wins the award for increasing her blog output by 300%.—fp
oh dear , the mates are revolting .it’s time for action .the sun shines in victoria and the daffodils are blooming!come!