There was a wonderful moment this week, as I was leaving the Department of Health building, after a live broadcast for the 1pm television news.
As I moved out through the exit doors, I was struck by a sound I had not heard for six months. It was the laughter of kids from the nearby playground of the Catherine McAuley National School on Baggot Street in Dublin, just beside the Department.
Carried on the air was unbridled joy and fun. We have experienced very little of it during the months of misery. When the lockdown came, the area around Baggot Street was always eerily quiet.
Usually there were no people, few cars and it was like a scene from a Western - tumbleweed and a deserted main street, a bit like before Clint Eastwood would ride