Every city seems to have something like this. The pharoah's curse, delli belly, blight of blighty and so on. Sadly pooch and I both have a touch and that and the British weather which is smothering Istanbul in sticky rain have brung us a bit low. Ah well. At least England won the football. The idea of being marooned in the hotel with a grumpy poorly pooch who was also feeling personally responsible for losing the football is more than I can get my head round. At least the wifi is ok and so is the knitting.
It's the aquaphobia pattern which I've made before and us great for preventing pooling.
Home tomorrow, which is a relief as it's always awkward being unwell away from home. It has been a lovely holiday, despite the current upset, and I'll have lots of photos to share later on.