This time last year, the whole country was a couple of weeks from the first lockdown.
When that lockdown started, a friend of mine who's well connected was telling me about the planning that was going on. Ice rinks could be potential morgues. Hospitals could close through sheer numbers of people. Hundreds of thousands of people could die. Bodies not buried quick enough. Food shortages, social unrest and potential breakdown of society. This was serious stuff and quite frankly, by the middle of April I wondered how many people I knew would come out of this alive.
The PM, Chief Medics, Prince Charles all came down with it and could all easily have ended up dead like the other 120k who have done.
The people who went to work in hospitals, clinics, the doctors surgeries etc put their lives on the line. Many didn't see family for months and those that did risked taking the virus home with them and passing it on to other people and families. I don't know how they did it. I couldn't do it.
Trainee nurses were put straight into ICUs, hours lengthened, holidays cancelled. Doctors and nurses having to care for more people than they have done before and seeing people dying at rates that was not seen in living memory.
They put their lives on the line, saved others and pulled the country through it.
My biggest fear throughout the last year was that we'd get through this and keyworkers - nurses, doctors, supermarket staff, shop workers, cleaners, drivers etc - those who kept us going wouldn't get any recognition at all. Their reward? A potential 1% pay rise.
There's something seriously wrong with this country.