Some years ago I was lucky enough to travel to Senegal with a charity to see the clean water pumps they were funding. We visited tiny, mud hut-type villages, where the people had little food, needed to trek for miles to fetch water to drink and wash with and – apart from a few worn-out pieces of clothing – had pretty much nothing.
But the one thing nearly all of them had was a genuine lust for life; a pure, unadulterated joy I’d never seen before. A happiness that even with my warm home, stocked kitchen cupboards, wide screen TV and full fibre broadband, I’m still not sure I’ve ever truly felt. It radiated from the women and the children I spent time with and when I asked one mother what
