The simple things to be grateful for, so discussed tonight, are found even on the underground on a Saturday night in London. Firstly there's the (I assume) German who says 'Bless you' when I sneeze. Then there's the traffic controller at Leicester Square who's calling the train approaching and the doors closing like we're high flyers in a Las Vegas Casino. Commuters cheering away as if they've won the jackpot. Simple pleasures, not simple minds.
