I walked in to town to collect Jean’s insulin; I could have cried when Boots said they couldn’t get it. The next pharmacy was closed. I did manage to get some more covid tests. And a basket for the bedroom shelf. Back home for a cuppa before I headed out again to the local chemist, and thankfully they had the correct insulin.
Home again, and at last, I tested negative.
But I still fell asleep in the afternoon.