My enduring memory of that time was emerging from a fitful sleep to see the nurses who'd been on night-shifts, their weary faces bearing the angry pressure marks of their PPE.
They reminded me of Spitfire pilots returning from battle in World War II — and, certainly, they were engaged in a daily life-or-death struggle.
Funny, I don't remember Pathé newsroll of pilots doing dances in their flight suits while bombers headed for London.
And I'm pretty sure if Algie and Ginger had been the size of some of our NHS TikTok stars, they'd never have gotten their crates off the ground, what?
"Tally ho, Algie?"
"Ooh, hang on, Ginger, those are Heinkels, we're only doing Messerschmitts this month.."
So I think I'll remember the true unsung heroes of the pandemic - the shop staff, power station workers, refuse collection and delivery drivers who kept the country running and fed while the NHS screamed blue murder and closed down to anything but covid.