It's a strange thought but the further we move away from lockdown, the clearer the memory of it becomes.
And in some strange way it was good to live through what will become part of the history of our country. Mind you I wouldn't want to experience it again.
Looking back, those couple of years seem insane as though they are straight out of a science fiction novel - the one where the entire world shuts down.
Am I glad we had lockdown? Well in a way yes. Not everyone gets to live through history and come out the other end unscathed. It also gave a chance to recharge batteries, although there was something of an atmosphere of fear about it.
It is certainly something we will remember. Looking back time all merges together and it's become difficult to remember when lockdown started, how it went through various stages and when it was relaxed. I vividly remember going to Liverpool and taking advantage of the eat out to help out scheme where everything was half price on certain days. It encouraged everyone to congregate together and spread COVID.
To date I have only got COVID once and had it very mildly quite early on. It started when I began to feel sick at a Norwich City match and for once it wasn't due to the lamentable quality of the football.
When I came home, I got a call from a friend I had been with to say that he had tested positive after feeling ill. I took a test with the inevitable results.
I felt tired and lethargic and had a cough and some shortness of breath but nothing worse. I remember 10 days of isolation and the joy I felt when I was at last able to go outside my own property and go for a walk and drive the car.
I was criticised during lockdown for going slightly further afield for my one piece of exercise in the local area, although nobody ever defined what the word local meant. I never went further than Norwich - about five miles away and I still claim this was local.
I Also claim that I was part of an essential occupation which raised an interesting point. I was acting as a journalist by taking hundreds of photographs of deserted streets etc as a record of those times and for me my blogs from that time have become a small record, although nobody was paying me to take them. Which begs the important question is volunteer work really work and of course the answer is that it most definitely is.
The hardest thing during lockdown was not being able to see our grandchildren and missing so much of their growing up. Thankfully that's all in the past and it won't happen again.
In the light of partygate and the immoral behaviour of some of our so-called leaders, it would be very interesting to see how the country responded to any future lockdown. Hopefully we will never have to find out.