Especially if you eat mindfully rather than stuffing your face to get it over with like many people seem to. I can eat like an Indian even though I'm in the UK: fresh vegetables every day and all the spices you can imagine. Meanwhile many people are still eating barely better than Shackleton's men stuck on the ice for months on end.

I remind myself of this often, despite living a lower-middle class existence.

There’s always room for hedonic escalation and lifestyle creep, but if all of my needs are covered I’m largely satisfied.

As the saying goes: “He who is not satisfied with that which he has will not be satisfied with that which he hopes to have.”