Guerilla Knitting Part Something

A lurgy lurks in Wiesbaden. Half my team at work are sick and I'm about to make it one more. My voice has gone very, very deep and there have been bouts of coughing that are so violent it hurts. G is also hors de combat, she seems to have an even nastier version of the lurgy than I do. It is not a happy household.

I took this in the centre of town on the way home. As you can see, the Guerilla Knitters have moved on from street furniture to the trees. If you go big with this you might be able to make out the clock on the other side of the street with its woolly hat.

If you need anything from me for the rest of today, I'll be under both duvets.