The glorious feast-day of St Philip Neri!
Good St Philip played a trick on me: Suzie (being a rather poorly trained pet dog) was up while it was yet pitch-black night, barking at the gate, and bleary-eyed me had to find the way to the window from my comfy bed to sharply tell her off; which meant I had a nice view of the cold and frosty sky, with the Pointers and the Southern Cross hanging close to the horizon.
For the sake of amusement, have a look back at that curious liturgical text, the Missa contra amicas...
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