it's that fine line between optimism and stupidity which has always been a problem, woke up with the expected pain in the knee, hitherto unnoticed pain in the wrist from two falls for which i shall blame the knee, shoulders and upper arms for which i'll blame the ropes... deciding that goulash was the best way to brighten a cold wet day it was off to the morning market, a twenty minute walk taking a bit more than an hour... but in the end the scent of caraway and paprika clung to the air, balm for the both soul and the dull ache of idiocy, grinning at the thought that Zoli would be horrified to find it made with tofu...