Well, this is all very civilized.
It's Sunday morning, and I've been allowed a lie-in by the kids. When I say allowed, I mean I just ignored the noise and chaos that they were creating downstairs, and continued to pretend to be asleep upstairs.
It's very civilized to sit looking out of the window, with a roof over my head, at the thin blanket of snow that covers the street and the cars. It looks all that much colder, from the warm, heated confines of my house.
It's very civilized to sit with a cup of coffee in front of my computer, and be able to communicate my ramblings to the world, whether the world wants to listen or not.
You'd expect that sort of experience in a First World country such as ours.
Running water. Electricity.
On many occasions throughout my career, meeting patients, as well as their nearest and dearest, has left me with a range of emotions.
I've been at different times;
Amazed by the lengths people go to in order to care for their families, whilst at the same time shocked that there are families who just don't care.
Concerned that people wait to call ambulances until the very last minute, whilst at the same time angry at others who call ambulances for no reason at all.
Inspired that there are parents who give up everything for their children, whilst at the same time saddened by others who would happily throw theirs out on the street.
And I've been encouraged by the way the Welfare State steps in to help many of the needy, whilst at the same time despondent that there are those who can't afford the most basic of life's necessities.
I was asked yesterday by a close family member whether it's really true that there are people who have to forgo these necessities, and how often I meet them. Patients whose houses are dark, unheated and unkempt, whilst often occupied by those who made this country what it is, those whose past created this country's future.
This winter in particular, I've been to several homes, mainly those housing the elderly and infirm, where they sit in one armchair, live, eat and sleep in one freezing room, wrapped in blankets and lost hope. Homes where they have to choose between electricity and water, or between food or heating.
These seem to be the people who are failed regularly.
Their families, neighbours, and friends have failed them.
The Welfare State has failed them.
We, as a society, have failed them.
So whilst I'm having a civilized morning, I'm sometimes left wondering about our civilized society, and whether it truly is all it claims to be.