Is It A Bird? Is It A Plane?

No!  It's A Dalek
Probably not quite what you were expecting,but then we do like to confound expectations here at the blog.  A combination of creativity and perversity, you see.
     Now, you may be wondering what's got Conrad chuntering on about Lucy In The Sky With Dalek, which might be better put as Dalek In The Sky With The Blasted Exterminated  Remnants of Lucy except that's not a very catchy song title.  Although there is the group Dalek I Love You -

A phrase this lot are unlikely to ever repeat

     - where was I?  Oh yes, flying Daleks.
     This springs from a post that scamp Pete Jones put up on Facebook, a famous one of the Daleks gloatingly trawling along outside Westminster.  Art?

Watch it, puny humans

      Of course this inevitably tempts someone into the response about how they're rendered bereft (although not quite in that language) by stairs, because of course how can you conquer the galaxy if you can't get up to the first floor?
     Aha! thought Conrad, because that's the way his mind works*.  Not so!  For did not TV Century 21 comic prove otherwise?  Art?  A bit of art history, please.

The Dalek approach to weeding

     Because he asked nicely, I shall add that this comes from the Blimey! blog, which is devoted to classic British comics, and because I fear legal sanction am just so achingly nice, here's a link:

http://lewstringer.blogspot.co.uk/2007/04/dalekmania.html

     I dare not venture there yet or this blog won't get posted until gone midnight.
     Nor is this all.  Recall that classic reconstruction "Remembrance of the Daleks" - where one episode ended terrifyingly as The Doctor fled upstairs from a Dalek sentry, only for -

Terrifying, eh?

     Of course the Daleks have adapted over time and the more recent Doctor Who series have them cruising the skies as if they'd done it since the year 2067.  But we know differently, eh, readers?

Have You Seen This Bush?
It's odd, how you notice one artefact and then discover yourself noticing lots of them.  Like funicular railways, as yesterday, so it has been of late with a particular variety of shrub.  I think we can scare up a photograph.  Art?

There you have it (the shrub, not Edna's bum)

     Green and pink leaves - what the trade calls "foliage" I believe - and white flowers. Having been up and down Tandle Hill Road walking Edders, I have noticed scads of these shrubs in many gardens, and indeed when gazing out the bus window**, I see these bushes in various front gardens.  I wonder what it is.  Any suggestions, please leave a Comment.
     There you go, proof that we tackle the little things as well as planning to atom bomb the Moon***.

Further Fun With Furry Friends
As you ought to be aware by now, Conrad has taken on the role of surrogate parent to Edna, our Four-Legged Alarm System.  I used to put "Mobile" in there but feel it's a bit redundant now, as she has those four legs for a reason.
     Anyway, whilst her doting mother is abroad, I am expected to walk our Daughter In A Fur Coat, take photographs and generally keep the world and her husband up to date.  So, let us proceed.  Art?

     This is the same location as yesterday, although the weather has turned in it's own length and become bright, hot and sunny, as you can tell from the shadows.  If you only recently fled this country's cold embrace for sunnier climes abroad, don't worry; by mid-afternoon the clouds had rolled in again and we have ten-tenths cover.  
     Then we have Edna suffering the consequences of two walks in one day and a parent who keeps late hours.  Art?

From last night

     Then we have Jenny, the cat.  Normally she is restricted to the kitchen, or my Upstairs Lair if she manages to sneak in there and remains still, no prowling allowed.  Conrad, proving that his flinty exterior conceals an interior with all the firmness of molten marshmallow, allowed her into the lounge.  Art?

     She inconveniently tried to sit on my lap and chew my pen whilst I was on the phone.  Then she further inveigled her way onto my lap, purring loudly.  Gloating, probably.
     This achievement did not go un-noticed by Edna, who sat whimpering on the windowledge.  You could see what was going through her mind.
     "But - but - but - that's where I lie down!"
     And indeed once Jenny absented herself to the kitchen, Edders was right in there.  Conrad: a lap worth lying on.

Okay, now to go off and have a look at Blimey!

*   At least we think it is, it's a bit murky in there.
**  Working on Cryptic Crossword clues, not simply staring blankly
***  Please keep this a secret.  People won't understand.