Greek Helen is on her way back to Athens – much missed, already. She has probably reached the Alps by now.

And my husband was moved yesterday from his previously luxurious accommodation to Ward 15, a holding ward, open only during the winter, for people – mostly or entirely old people – who have no medical need to be in hospital and are waiting for care (like us) or places in residential homes, or whatever.

Presumably Ward 15 will press the care-providers to get him out soon, especially as it is scheduled for its annual closure in March. It is a wonderful, light place high up in an old part of the hospital, slightly suggestive of a set for “Call the Midwife”. My husband is in a room with two other old men, who seemed pleasantly welcoming. He was happy about the change yesterday, thinking it a real step forward towards getting home. Which, of course, it isn't, exactly.

As for knitting, I made good progress with the socks yesterday and might even reach the second heel flap today:

As you see, I prefer fraternal twins for such socks as these. I have been thinking that I might move on to my Knitcircus graduated sock-yarn next:

Obviously, with such colours, a young and adventurous recipient will be required. I have been considering the idea of knitting a pair of socks from opposite directions – starting one from the outside of the ball and the other from the inside. Too weird? I wouldn’t have to decide until the first sock was finished.

I didn’t get any Tokyo shawl done yesterday. The move to Ward 15 was All Too Much.