"Dad fishes;mom bakes bread"

I'm not really sure which is most unpleasant. Kneading bread in a gyrating, bouncing kitchen, with bowls and flour flying, or cutting the blood and gore out of the beautiful golden dorado.

Imagine that everything you do, night and day for about three weeks is on a racing roller coaster. And you're driving it at the same time.
But today, more lovely fish fillets and warm fresh bread; this roller coaster has a good kitchen.

The autopilot, an old "autohelm" decides to die today. With "Lille-Per", wind-pilot plugging away it doesn't feel like a catastrophe.

Yet.