Where have I found peace in the pandemic? Taking part in a Covid vaccine trial

The time I've spent testing Novavax is the closest I've come to the eye of the storm - and it has put my other worries into perspective

I've thoroughly enjoyed being a vaccine triallist. As I've mentioned before, I'm on the Novavax trial. When I look back on this past year, I'll remember my visits to the hospital with fondness. I've found them to be pleasant little diversions from the rhythm of my locked-down life. I just bowl in and everyone seems vaguely glad I've made the effort.

I'm pleased to see them, too, although I know them only by their eyes, hair arrangements and voices. It's an odd thing that I'll probably never get to see their faces; once it's over, I'll be able to walk past them in the street, or at a pub, a gig or a football match, or wherever unmasked top trial types hang out, and not know them from Adam or Eve. And vice versa, I suppose.