HUNTER DAVIES: That call to say I was getting the jab was like passing the 11-plus
Yesterday morning at ten o’clock, I was leaving my London home to walk across Hampstead Heath to the Royal Free Hospital. Oh joy. I felt so happy to have been chosen to have the vaccine. On the way, I met a posh woman of my age who lives in the next street. Showing off, I told her where I was going. ‘Oh, I’m waiting for the Oxford vaccine,’ she said, rather sniffily. I had been praying all week to get the call. I’ve had such lovely letters these past few months from that nice Mr Hancock, who always signs himself Matt, as if we are chums, yet I don’t remember ever meeting him.