The ticklish teaser that saw them choose to turn back from the gilded door of the millionaire's club concerned the original title of Dorothea Mackellar's poem My Country . I wanted to shake them by the hand. If only the likes of Jodee Rich had one atom of their humility and good sense. For the Mosers revealed themselves as quite extraordinary - people who were happy with what they had. You can see it in television, you can see it in sport and you can see it in the One.
Financial security is the most universal and admirable of goals.
Enough not to have to worry about old age. Enough to spoil the grandchildren occasionally. These perfect days, with just a hint of a nip in them, that we have been having recently are a wealth beyond price. Anyone who spent time gazing up at the great glorious blue yesterday would have to agree with Mr Moser. We don't need a million dollars.