There was very little waiting. I registered in the entrance lobby before I went into the vast concert space. There were twenty vaccination stations. Behind each screened area there was a vaccinator and a clerk sitting at a computer.
I was called into bay number 6. Details were checked and basic vaccination questions were asked. Then the needle went into my upper arm. Before I left the allocated station, I asked if I could have a sticker (see top picture) telling the two women that that was the only reason I had agreed to have the vaccine. This made them chuckle.
Then I had to sit in a waiting area for fifteen minutes before returning to Clint.
"Have you had the jab then?" he asked in his curious South Korean accent.
"Yes I have thank you very much!" I replied.
There was a pregnant pause.
"When am I getting my shot then?" asked Clint.
"What?" I scowled in disbelief. "You are a motor car. They don't vaccinate motor cars."
"Well I want to be protected!" he yelled.
And before I could even strap myself into Clint's cockpit he had driven off in a huff, leaving me in a cloud of exhaust fumes. I didn't have any money on me so I had to walk back home - almost five miles. Honestly, if Clint doesn't watch it I will have him scrapped. That will teach him!
By the way, I was given the AstraZeneca vaccine. I will get my second dose on May 3rd. 15.5 million British citizens have now received their first shot - 29%.of the entire adult population. The programme is going really well and as I say, I was most impressed with yesterday's arrangements.