Out briefly on local errands: Sparkling mineral water, butter, crisps ("chips" to Our Transatlantic Cousins), my organic milk, and organic double cream, plus a veritable haul of beer, some of which I transported home, in my Scandinavian handmade rucksack, and some of which shall be delivered tomorrow by the proprietor.
I also ordered some more coffee online (as, quelle horreur, I all but ran out of coffee earlier this week).
And, I paid a visit to my local pharmacy, to arrange to have the flu jab administered, something I had discussed with my brother last night.
As long as Mother was alive, the flu jab was vital for her, but had also become necessary for everyone who was in close contact with her, which meant the carer, myself, and my brothers.
Of course, last year, as she was no longer around, she no longer required the flu jab, and both brothers and I decided that, in those circumstances, we didn't really need it for ourselves, or, for her protection. However, this year - with the advent of Covid-19, a highly contagious respiratory condition - matters are a little different, and the flu jab strikes me as a sensible precaution in the circumstances.
Anyway, in the pharmacy, they informed me that they have run out, they have none, they do not know when they can expect to receive the flu vaccine, and therefore, a queue system is in place, and - as of today - I am number two hundred and something.