Went to the Sunday market in Friedrichshain yesterday and got me a massive load of joy. Which I then had to carry around for 2 hours, while I trudged through the streets, had a chin scratch at the Berlin Wall, through remembering I left the stove on back in Prenzlauer Berg (a good forty minutes away by public transport), and rushing home. My flat is not burned down after all. Thank bejeezus. And now I have volumes of joy. (And not burnt stock.) Yay!