Many of life’s simple pleasures bring me great joy.

The cold side of the pillow. Warm laundry straight out of the machine. Chips eaten on a wall in the wind, which are always better than chips eaten at a table.

Simple pleasures are cheap and abundant and almost entirely unrecorded, which is why people underestimate how much of their good life is made from them. Nobody's holiday photographs contain the first cup of tea of the day. Stack them up, though, and they outnumber the holidays by several thousand to one.

Two or three will happen to you before tonight. The only question is whether you are present for them.