It’s important for people to work out how to find and maintain contentment.  It’s probably not money, and certainly not having a pig or similar creature put a ring on it.  It’s probably cats. Cats and adventures and dancing by the light of the moon.

The jovial and ruthlessly efficient bath attendant gets to work – sluicing water over me, and scrubbing me down with coarse linen. I am the most docile creature in the world, and entirely obedient to this slightly maternal lady who stands beside the marble slab in her knickers, and washes me. I’m sat up, in a cloak of soap bubbles, and I realise how tight my shoulders are as the attendant starts kneading.