Sultan's Revenge

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.

GOAL!!!!!

Pooch insisted we get here ninety minutes early to ensure we got good seats. As the game kicked off we were two of six customers. The bar holds about fifty, although to be fair only about thirty seats have a view of one of the four screens on offer.

We have now moved to our second hotel and although the new one is 5 star and truly glitzy, I am missing the Empress Zoe already. But on the plus side this one has a spa and pool so once this silly game is out of the way it will be relaxation all the way.

Istanbul

I blog from my hotel terrace with the breeze cooling me off after a cold shower. It ain't half hot. It's highly blissful, even with the sound of vuvuselas in the background. I also visited the much talked of knitting district of the grand bazaar. Wowser. Will describe more when I get back. Until then....