The rituals of travel

I got an email last week asking if I would like to go to Oslo to review the new Munch Museum. Of course ! What could he nicer ! Except that I have nearly forgotten what it’s like to travel in an aeroplane, having not been near one for nearly two years, so am horribly out of practice with the rituals of travel – getting up at dawn, the button going on my trousers just as I was saying goodbye, the long trip out by the District and Piccadilly lines (my ex-PA disapproved of the Heathrow Express), the fact that my braces always show up as a security risk, trying to buy handkerchiefs at Terminal 2. It’s quite like old times, apart from the rising COVID rates.

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