Sun up spectacularly

but a chicken had died in the night and needed to be moved out of the hen house

and two purple campanula plants (bought at the very good plant stall on the Thursday market square in St Neots yesterday) needed to be planted

And all while listening to Erran Baron Cohens album, Songs in the key of Hannukah, as recommended at 7.00 am by my dear friend in Sweden via an email. Jazzy versions of old favourites such as “dreidel, dreidel, dreidel I made you out of clay”! Not exactly mainstream and my friend isn’t even jewish. Even more strange but the dreidel song was sung to Jeremy by a barrister yesterday during a telephone con and she is Hindu! Go figure.