Morning primrose

At least, I *think* it’s evening primrose… I never have been good with plant identification. Mark got home last night from his trip to the UK and was feeling awful, so I was up half the night, checking he was ok. I took my blip early this morning in the front garden, just after Amber had been picked up for school. My patient has been in bed all day, but I made chicken soup this evening, which he managed to eat. I think it might be a Covid thing… not sure, but it’s not pretty! (But he’s also ok!)