As I leave our apartment in the morning for work, I pass by a number of construction sites where the workers are already busy. The temperature at 7am is around 40C, rising to 45C as the day moves on.
Whilst I leave our air-conditioned flat, and drive in my air-conditioned car to my air-conditioned office, on more than a few occasions I embarrass myself by moaning about things that are only experienced by the more privileged residents of Doha. It maybe that one of our favourite restaurants changed the menu, the car cleaners left a smudge on the windscreen, the supermarket is out of Kalamata olives, the valet parking is taking too long to return our car.
Each time I have to remind myself of how well we live in this country as compared to the large number of construction, manual and domestic workers, and I must not whinge anymore.