Priorities.

The episode of House which I watched last night was about a man with an IQ ‘off the scale’ who was working as a courier and living in a tiny apartment with a wife whose IQ was 90 points below his. The medics were naturally dumfounded by the fact – this is America, after all – and asked him why he had forfeited the opportunity to be rich and famous as a leading expert in some technical field. He said:

‘I chose happy over smart.’

Not quite my story, but not so very different.