An exciting day, yesterday. My husband woke from a restless night with a slight fever. We went to see a doctor, who ordered him to be removed at once to hospital. When we arrived there he was judged not to be an emergency, so they devoted their time – and it was a busy day – to those who arrived in articulo mortis. Reasonably enough. Eventually, after many tests and many interviews with doctors who resembled our elder grandchildren, he was put in a bed in a ward.

They weren’t very strong on diabetic care, which was not, after all, what he was there for.

I have been waiting all morning for the call to say I can come and fetch him home. Thank goodness for broadband.

So, no Princess yesterday, and not much else.

Ravelry has settled down this morning – I had begun to fear that I had already entered as much stash as any one human being was allowed to have. I have started on the six bins. This first one contains 178 Shetland jumper-weight odd balls.

I also read, at last, the new IK. I’m not wildly impressed, although I like Kate Gilbert's Cinnabar Pullover and Jared Flood's Cobblestone Pullover, and could even imagine knitting the latter.