We who grew up in Britain in the second half of the 20th century have been spoilt bloody rotten.
We are more privileged in every respect than almost any group of people in human history. We have lived through a period of unexampled domestic peace. We have a temperate climate and effective anaesthetics.
Our supermarkets groan with blemishless produce flown from all over the world, and we have more entertainments, and more entertaining entertainments, than any society since the invention of boredom.
We do not choke in pea-souper fogs. We are not tortured to death over our beliefs regarding the holiness or otherwise of the Blessed Virgin. Female circumcision is rare.
We seldom have to cart the bodies of our children off in tumbrils because the Black Death is back in town.
It says much about our decadence, then, that so extensive is our cult of grievance that anyone who suggests we, as a society, count our blessings is deemed to be "insensitive".