As you all know, there are still no planes.
I’m sitting in my lounge with the window open listening to birds singing in the sunshine outside. I love planes; I don’t mind living on the Heathrow flightpath; I get a thrill when I look up at the sky and see a giant metal monster zooming overheard. But right now I don’t miss them at all.
Nothing is better than the sound of a robin singing its little heart out on a sunny day.