Grit It

No!  Not Your Tooth
Nor teeth, plural.  Nor are we talking about a John Wayne film*.  No, I refer to a post that Mandy made on Facebook that I've just spent 5 minutes looking for, unsuccessfully, so you'll just have to take my word for it.  Although this is normally a rather dodgy proposition, take a look at my honest face -

Honesty.  Honest.

     - does that face not yell "Honest sincerity"?
     Anyay, the grit.  Mandy expressed her confusion and consternation at having been soaking up the sun, only to see the gritters going around that evening.  For those of you not lucky enough to live in The Allotment Of Eden (a.k.a. "England") I shall enlargen; our local councils maintain a fleet of vehicles that are capable of spreading a mixture of rock salt and coarse sand onto the road surfaces in their region.  They check weather forecasts before carrying out this act - rock salt and sand not cheap you know - and in all the time I've been in the Mansion they've only been wrong twice.  Art?

Snowy spreader scenario

     No wonder Our Mand is confused.  Ice and frost after a baking day of burning sunlight?
     Mandy you are wrong!  They're not spreading grit, they're spreading HAPPINESS!
     See?

Ah.

     Okay, I was mistaken.  It's grit.

And Now For A New Look At An Old Tale
As you surely know, Conrad likes to take the classic tropes and give them a bit of a shoeing.  This is because i) They're an easy target and ii) It satisfies his Inner Evil.  Thus it was with a scene from Snow White and the mirror scene.  Picture it -

WICKED** QUEEN: Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

MAGIC MIRROR: Sorry.  Can't tell you

WQ:  What!  What do you mean, "Can't tell you"?

MM: You know you have anger management issues.

WQ:  You insolent cur!  Tell me who is the fairest of them all - TELL ME!

MM: Anger management issues.  Said so.

WQ: How dare you address me thus!  You ought to be an obsequious obedient minion.

MM:  Don't think I got that memo.

WQ: I - I - you wretched miscreant!  You blaggardly varlet!

MM:  Don't worry, parents, all SFW.

WQ: If you don't tell me, I'll scrape your backing off.  You won't be so high and mighty as a mere piece of glass!

MM:  Gadzooks!  (don't worry, still SFW) The one thing all mirrors fear the most!

WQ:  So?

MM:  Alright, alright.  Snow White.  She's the fairest of them all.

WQ:  What!  A girl who sounds like a tin of paint?

MM:  She scores 8.7 on the Hotness Scale.

WQ:  Hmmm. Where might she be found?  Er - purely for comparative purposes, of course.

MM:  No idea

WQ:  What?  What! How -

MM: More'n me jobsworth.  If you want a location get a bloodhound or a Magic Compass.

     There might be mileage in this, you know.  Heheh!

New Dog Old Trick
No!  I am not referring to Conrad and his recently-acquired ability to play the Trumpet Voluntary on a bowl of live goldfish**.  The solid neutronium - actually that's been done to death - the solid oak dresser that we struggled manfully to get back to the Mansion has been retitivated and renovated.  Art?

Extra large so you can feel the heft

     Note that the original doors have now been added, as the triffids tend to wander a bit after germination.  At least I think that's what Wonder Wifey explained.  

And A Bit Of Heartstring-Tugging
Wonder Wifey is off visiting friends down south, so Edna has been cast upon the tender mercies of Conrad and Degsy.  Degsy is the preferred dogsitter as he gets down on the floor and plays with Edna, which Conrad feels is a little beneath his dignity.  Anyway, to update WW, here we have Edna quietly sitting at table -

"Hoomans not play with Edna = War Crime"

     Perhaps "sulking" is a little more apt.  This is mere seconds before Primary Dad puts in an appearance and Edna goes potty.  Secondary Dad is good for one or two other things, however, like walkies:

Or, as Edna likes to think, "sniffies"

     Hopefully adding Cute Animals will help to boost blog traffic - O my!  was I thinking aloud?  Quick, change the subject - LOOK!  A flying saucer!

     - well, it's being thrown, at least^ -

*  And if you ask who John Wayne is, there will shortly be a murder
** But hot -
*** One hundred brownie points if you recognise where I nicked this from ...
^  Sorry