nothing much...

2 glasses
of a local cuvee last night, with a meal of hungarian peasoup,
chicken paprikas with tarhonya, and chestnut puree, prepared by me,
consumed with the help of a few very nice people (wwoofers and Vic and Maggie)
slept like a stone.
Encouraged wwoofers to discover Villány, Siklós and Harkány today, settling
back to read my next French history volume and nothing much else to do today,
dishes washed, fire is crackling.
though Alan is out there, messing about in the workshop. Weather is
as gloomy as it would have been yesterday without the victorious breakthrough
of our nice mediumsized star...