On being grateful for what you have

And its distinct limitations

My wife and I are watching a film about a bloke who can only move one eyelid.

‘Poor bastard,’ I say. ‘Doesn’t get much worse than that.’

My wife is eating a steamed bun.

‘I really should be more grateful for everything I have,’ I say.

My wife is making progress on the bun.

‘Starting tomorrow, I’m going to do that,’ I say.

My wife finishes the bun, and reaches…