T.A.R.D.I.S.

"Time Amended Retrospectively: Day Is Shorter"
What?  You were expecting a story about the dramamentary reconstruction series 'Doctor Who'?  Sorry, no, this is all about Conrad.*
     There I was, cast upon dogsitting duties whilst Wonder Wifey was squired off to the first car boot sale of the season.  It did seem a bit odd that Edna got dumped upon me at 8:30 ante meridian, when WW doesn't usually set off until 9:30 at the earliest; however, I was still half-asleep in bed and thus didn't dwell upon it overmuch.

A bed.  Just so we're clear

     Only after getting up at the shockingly decadent time of 9:50 - hey I'm a middle-aged man and this is about as wild as I can get without needing medical intervention - did I discover that it was actually 10:50.
     Bummer.
     Somehow, I feel kind of cheated.  I know this is not simply me, The English population in 1752 were not entirely happy about adopting the Gregorian calendar over the Julian one, because some thought their lives would be eleven days shorter - the difference between the two calendars - and some viewed it as a Popish Plot.**
     I suppose it will all balance out in October, when we get ONE FREE HOUR!!

A Pope

     Now, let us blindfold the motley, put a lit flare in it's hand and send it into the Hall Of Dynamite Sticks!

Daggone It
Conrad is a little reluctant to take the plunge and commit to making that touchstone Polish dish "Squashes stuffed with meat and groats", because of - 'Dag'.  Art?

Dag Hammerskjold?

     <sighs deeply before charging up the Art-Tutoring Cattle Prod>
     This is a unit of measurement, that much is clear, because you need 20 of them as regards mince meat.  Conrad thinks this is a mass measurement, rather than a volumetric one, because - seriously?  20 cups/spoons/buckets?  There's only four courgette halves to fill, after all.  But Google didn't translate it at all, so I suspect that it may be either idiom or abbreviation.
     Forensic Polish recipe analysis - only one of the many unusual aspects of BOOJUM!

It's Just Not Cricket
Apropos of the mention earlier today, about the Australian cricket team cheating by tampering with the ball, I see that this appalling scandal now involves commentary by the Australian Prime Minister.
     Wait - what?
     Not only that, one of their commentators was so broken mentally by this crime that he found it difficult to continue talking in his commentary -
     One has to contrast this with recent doping scandals involving the Ruffians, where Tsar Putin seems to have put out, via back-channel comms, that any witnesses need to disappear ...

The cause of an international incident

     Wow, so that's Religion, Politics and Current Affairs that the blog has touched on in this post alone; those being The Three Things We Don't Touch On Here.  Oh well.  They help to fill in towards the word count very easily.

Awww!
Let us abruptly shift focus and time, whizzing backwards to 1940 and the Battle Of Britain, which you are hopefully not bored of yet.  Even if you are, we're still going to keep going on about it, because A) it's my blog and B) it's fascinating history.***
     Okay, we revisit the Poles, because they lent a touch of Eastern European ruthlessness to the fray.  Let me repeat this, the Poles of the Second Unpleasantness were not folks to get on the wrong side of, as they had only two speeds:  1; Annihilate OR 2) Sit down and drink tea/vodka^ with.  Art?

     This is one of those very same Polish pilots playing with a dog.  Not sure of the breed, but it might be a Polish Lowland Sheepdog.  I will need to ask my Polish compatriots at work tomorrow.  So - see?  Ruthless killers in the skies, maybe, but nobody who likes a dog can truly be beyond redemption.

Well, time to get back into the kitchen and get cracking on those Apricot Crunchies.  An apprentice World Dictator's job is not an easy one!

*  Whether this is a good thing or not is debatable. 
**  In Protestant Conspiranoid Loonwaffle Theory, if it's not the Jews, it's the Catholics.
 *** YES IT IS!
^  Delete according to circumstance, i.e. afternoon tea or a jolly in the mess