Let's Celebrate SASKATCHEWAN!

A) Because We Can; B) Because Of Badham; & C) The Canuckistanians Need A Little Love
In reverse order, C) - because I doubt one in a thousand people here in the Allotment of Eden realise how much the British Americans helped the Allies in the Second Unpleasantness.  They provided 5 infantry divisions as well as the Royal Canadian Navy and the Royal Canadian Air Force, and they were very nearly all volunteers, thus being very motivated; in fact, as related in "The Guns Of War", some of them were French Canadians whose families repudiated them for embracing "Les Anglais".

RCAF - Bosche-biffers in the skies

     What else is there to say about the province of Saskatchewan (apart from being a cosmic score in Scrabble), but that it's second-largest city is Regina, which is also the capital, and that lots of it's institutions begin with "Royal".  "Regina" is in fact Latin for "Queen", after Queen Victoria - a moment's silence for Vicky, please - and just goes to show how thoroughly British these Canuckistanians are.
     And so to B).   Within the capital Regina there is a location called Badham, and if Art will put down his plate of coal -

This is practically a summer's day in Saskatchewan

     Reader, meet Badham Boulevard.  Badham Boulevard - well, it's a non-sentient architectural feature so we need waste no time with a mutual introduction.
     Anyway, onto what this Intro is really about - yes the above was all preamble and scene-setting.  Art?

     I bought this last Wednesday and the "Use By" was the 15th November.  Here we are on the 19th, and the other thing is that I forgot to put it in the fridge, so it's been sat in a carrier bag next to the radiator for a couple of days.  So, seven days out of the fridge and with at least two of those with wild temperature variations - could this possibly be -
     - Bad Ham?
     I know, I know, 329 words to set up a pretty weak pun; however, I refer you to A).
     Motley, nice to see you! would you like a breaded ham roll?

"Daybreak"
Now up to episode 9, and Your Humble Scribe has a few observations.  You know what I'm like - hair-splittingly pedantic in all the right places.  There appears to be electric power in certain locations, so the American Ninja Idol band can play electric instruments, and the Glendale Mall has solar-panels for energy (that power everything?  and at night?), and the Cheermazons can bake.  What about other utilities?  Who is keeping the city's sanitation going?

Then there's this

     Apologies is this isn't the best image possible, but hopefully you can see the unexploded missile solid centre.  There is another scene near the Hoyle breakfast food factory where we see another, but I'm not trawling through nine episodes to get a better picture, so use your imagination.
     Okay, so we see this particular missile didn't explode, and neither did that other one mentioned above, which, given that Glendale California is a pretty small piece of real estate, implies a high failure rate.  Assertion One: these puppies are pretty crap.  Note that we do not see any rescue attempts or any kind of organised response, anywhere, in the 6 months since these missiles hit.  Assertion Two: the attacks on South Canada were extremely widespread and effective as a result of this mass attack.  

A warhead that did detonate

     You might quibble at missiles surviving impact intact, when an ICBM would be whistling in at Mach 12 and impact would reduce it, and the surroundings, to very small pieces of very small pieces.  Yes well, although you can't see them very well in my photograph, these things have vanes and canard foreplanes, meaning they were designed to fly using aerodynamic lift - cruise missiles, in other words, with a terminal speed that might well allow them to survive a terminal impact.
     Of course, I could be over-thinking this ...

Conrad - Cross About Words
I know what you're thinking - "The ashen-haired ranter has been at the cooking sherry again, hasn't he?"
     Cooking port, thank you very much.  And never mind trying to derail my narrative.  
     Yes, in the Cryptic the clue was <reaches for paper> "Boring beginning and end of the month, and the whole of the month (6)."  It was the last word I got, and the answer is - "JEJUNE.

Art, have you been at the nuclear fuel rods again?

     Apparently another word with Latin roots, "Jejunus" meaning "Lacking sustenance", which has come around to mean "Boring".
     I ask you!  How many of you out there would have got it without cheating? <adopts proud pose with hands on hips, pants fall down, coughs and retires>
     Oh - and it's "Snowy", not "Ashen".

The Furry Fiend Update
Conrad, being a responsible kind of Dogsitter, has a schedule for Edna (the dog in question - do keep up!) which involves a walk in the morning to the end of Tandle Hill Road and back (I didn't want you to assume we stop and reside at the park gates all day), counting as the Shorter Walk.

Art!

     This afternoon, as we have had two dry days, I took our furry madame up Thornham Lane, which is less a lane than a collection of potholes in linear order, and "Track" is closer to the truth.  Art!

"STAY OUT OF THE MUD!"

     Despite the lack of rain it was still muddy on one side of the beaten track, which Edna - naturally! - gravitated to, and had to be restrained from.  Conrad not especially keen on having Dogwashing added to his list of Things To Do or Useful Skills I Have Lately Acquired.
     There.  Hopefully this will both placate and reassure those who are not at all in peril on the seas - you know who you are.

Finally -
This picture is from a few days ago, back in the office.  As I have intimated before, I work at the top of the Dark Tower in Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, the Seventeenth Floor.  None of our windows open, as you cannot trust the incompetent, the clumsy or the downright wicked not to drop things from a height where they can cause real damage.
     Our office kitchen waste is bagged and disposed of daily, and there are no dirty dishes left lying around, so the annoying presence of a small fly buzzing about was rather irksome, until WALLOP! it paused on Conrad's desk and he hit it with a stack of paper towels.   Art?

I knew you'd want proof

     And now, as Edna is whimpering piteously, I think it's time for tea.