Erythropoiesis. So There!

Peculiarly Apt Word Of The Day
     No, it's not an hideous disease, or an especially revolting part of Hom. Sap.* physiology, nor yet a Roman epic poet from the First Century AD.
     No, it refers to the process by which erythrocytes (red blood cells) are created.
     Blood?  Heart?  Saint Valentine's day?
     Oh you lot need leading by the hand.  It's a frightfully witty conceit, so there!

I am not responsible for ladies swooning at the romanticness of it all

The Book Nook
     Bloggers are supposed to write about what happens to them, or what they cause to happen, but if the highlight of your day is turning this -

into this -

Then one's horizons are limited - unless - Ah!  Yes, midway during the painting the Mansion experienced an attack by giant cannibal radioactive voles, who were only beaten off with the assistance of the guard hog and hard hog, the messenger mice, a passing troop of Challenger tanks and of course Conrad himself, wielding a loaded sackbut**.  Luckily the torrential rain and hurricane winds dispersed the bodies

Yeah, like this except with giant dead voles everywhere

I guess you had to be there.

I Knew It!
     As you know - you do know don't you?  because there will be a quiz later - Conrad is currently chortling his way through "Ring For Jeeves".  This novel is different in that it's not narrated by Bertie Wooster in the first person.  In fact Bertie is absent the proceedings, allowing Jeeves to help the Earl of Rowcester.  It's also possible to date it between 1945 and 1954, weighting towards the earlier part -
     - I'm sorry, I'm rambling.  Being in a desperate fight whilst trying to paint does that to a chap.  Anyway, Bill (the Earl - do keep up!) enquires "Were you in the First World War, Jeeves?" to which this most sanguine of men replies "I dabbled in it to a certain extent, m'lord."
     Exactly  as you'd expect, except an inspect of Plum's idiolect that I've read to date doesn't mention this anywhere else.  I've suspected, and speculated in this very blog, that Jeeves donned khaki and was erudite and brave between 1914 and 1918.
     Vindicated!

It made me laugh.

Gosh that's a lot of text for quite a small concept.  Let us move on anon -

That's Quite Enough Of That!
     The "that" in question being ...

"Crabbies"?  Yes, and "ill-tempereds", "grumpies" and "narkedies"too

     I believe this poster refers to a horse-race known as the "Grand National".
     Sorry, no!  Horses are more boring than cars in Conrad's opinion.  A horse is a mass of meaty muscle with a leg at each corner.  You fill it with oats and it farts and runs.  When it gets to old to race you grind it up and eat it.

Now with an extra 25% Dobbin!

There you are, two pictures and only five lines of text.

So - Tanks?
     What, on Saint Valentine's Day?
     Oh go on then.  What shall we have?

Car Park

Finally Obligatory Demon Cute Dog Photo
     Yes indeed, today you can have Edna in either Alarmingly Huge Head mode:

Or Possessed Puppy Perfomance:

* Official BOOJUM! abbreviation for Homo Sapiens.  You lot. Humans!
** I pinched this from The Goons.  Sackbut = Trombone