Sure one of the great inventions of the modern era, the Banana Guard could have saved me hours of heartache. The number of times I have delved into my bag to find my banana has been squashed beyond recognition is incalculable, leaving its sorry trace over every book I leave to accompany it.
The blog is credit to Michelle, my old desk buddy. We both adore bananas and constantly competed over who had the better banana that morning. She liked them, green and hard. Me? I am more for the softer but yellow. A Traditionalist I like to say.
So I am back working with Michelle now and the game is back on. At stake, a Banana Guard of your choice for Xmas.
God Bless the banana and its guardians.