My paternal grandparents were the happiest,
kindest and most cheerful people I ever met. Yet they had so much hardship - both illegitimate, born into poverty, orphaned in their teens, difficult upbringings in the 1920s.
They lived a really simple life. My granddad had the same job for 50 years, they lived in the same house for the same period. The only social event they had was an evening at the local pub every Saturday night, with the same
people. Never went on holiday further than Scarborough. Few significant material possessions, never owned a car, only got a phone in the early 90s.
But they seemed to have happiness pinned down? Why does it seem more elusive now?