Suzanne Harrington: Travel after lockdown - I'm finally on a plane and I'm over the moon

"Let’s not all stampede back to how it was before, though"

I’m in a huge building with glass walls on one side and a wide flat road outside with giant metal bird-shaped things parked in a sideways row. It all looks familiar but it’s been so long that I’ve gone blank. Oh wait. Heathrow.

It's been an exciting morning. Buying an overpriced train ticket, followed by an overpriced coffee, mentally reminding myself that after a year of making oat lattes at home for (almost) nothing and carrying them around in a flask like an old person, I am not about to restart paying three-fifty a go. No.