On Her Majesty's Teacret Service

Ha!  
I didn't think I'd get more than one title out of James Bond films, but there you go, quite fruitful after all.  This is the one with George Lazenby in the title role, where he romances Diana Rigg*, wears a kilt and avoids, for the most part, a whole lot of gadgets.
     Okay, here is the Edna sitrep, as I know of at least one person out there who is Pining For Pooch.  Art?

Border terrier in her natural environment

     She hates and despises that most wretched of modern inventions, the laptop, because that means she's not in her pole position, hunkered down on a human lap.  We were somewhat deficient in walkies yesterday, due to having to wait for a parcel that never turned up.  Silver lining and all that, as I did manage to watch the whole run of "Stranger Things 2".
       SPOILER ALERT!  

The gang

     I did warn you that I'd warn you about commenting on the new series.  So, look away now if you've not seen it yet.
     Doctor Owens, played by Paul Reiser.  At any moment I expected him to rub his hands together and stab someone in the back, literally and metaphorically, but No!  He turns out to be a genuinely decent doctor doing his best for Hawkins and Will - his anguished response at a colleague's callous disregard for Will's life was a defining moment.

Plus, he survives.

     Your humble scribe is probably too influenced by his slimey character in "Aliens".
     And Bob Newby, played by Sean Astin.  Refreshingly normal in comparison to all the other characters, Bob nevertheless steps up to the plate (as I believe our South Canadian chums say) when the challenge arises.  A moment's silence for Bob, please.

Bob being brave

     There's also the question of Eleven - or Jane, if you prefer.  We know she has a tatooed "0011" on her wrist; so what happened to the other 10 preceding her?  We find out about 008, which still leaves another 9 unaccounted for.  If we get a Season 3, expect this to get explored in more depth.
     Well, we've gone from 007 to 008, which means - time to push the motley down the toboggan slope - backwards**!

Shakespoke
We've gone too long without slandering Windbag Willie, the Barf of Avon, which means he might be getting complacently settled by now.  Time to put an end to that!  Okay, let's roll - 

"Alas!  Poor Yorick, I knew him well."

Really, Hammy?  It's hard to tell.

You knew him when he was all healthful.

And now all he is, is an empty skull.

     You won't get much of an argument back from Yorick here, methinks.  Just to fill in the background a bit, I am going to cattle-prod Art awake and have him illustrate the quote <sounds of electrocution>**

Sic

     Ol' Hammy seems a rather morbid sort, knocking around graveyards for amusement.  I don't think I'd invite him to my birthday party.
     Come to think of it, this play is supposed to be set in Denmark, isn't it?  Well then, how come we've got a character called "Yorick" and another called "Hamlet"?  Wouldn't they be called names like "Sigurd" or "Olaf" in real life?
     I suspect poetic licence here.  Oh, and whilst we're on the subject of Ol' Hammy, here's another bit of bantering.

"Get thee to a nunnery."

While I work on some punnery.

It won't take but a bit -

For me to get into the habit.

     Ouch!  Take that, Bill.  Not looking quite so smug now, are you?

Nun with radar-baffling stealth headgear

     Next!

Tank You Very Much
Yes, we are back to pontificating about Operation Sealion that never was.  There's oodles of stuff I could pad the blog out with, although today we'll just stick to how the Teuton forces were going to obtain armoured support for their invasion.  As their victories in mainland Europe had come about through combined arms warfare featuring large-scale armoured formations, the Wehrmacht felt the need to get tanks ashore quickly.
     Make them swim!   Enter the Schwimmpanzer II.  Art?

Not sure I'd want to be in the driver's seat

     As you can see, this was a light tank given flotation tanks and propellers, which made it float.  Given the lack of freeboard, one can only conjecture how it would have handled - or not - in the English Channel with a bit of a chop going.  Still, it beat having to offload ramps from the front of an adapted river barge before being able to offload a tank.
     Then there was the Tauchpanzer.  Art?

A model, yet a good illustration

     This tank was sealed watertight, and was intended to be lowered from a barge to the seabed, from where it would drive ashore.  Air for the crew and engine came from a hose, which had an intake at sealevel, on a float.  The tank could supposedly drive in 15 metres of water.  Again, how this would work in an English Channel with waves possibly swamping the air intake is another matter.  It was also found that if the tanks stopped underwater for any reason, they bogged down.  If they came across shoals of rocks, or underwater channels, they again bogged down.

Try driving here!

     The Teutons converted 250 tanks using both methods, to be deployed ashore in 4 groups of about 60 tanks each.  How they would deal with deliberate beach obstacles, mines or seawalls seems to have been left to pious hope.

That's all very weighty and worthy.  And now for -

Finally -
Here's a size comparison between a man, a giraffe and a pterosaur.  

You're welcome!

*  And they paid him for this?
**  Don't worry, he can take it.