Rosie was seven months pregnant when she witnessed a traffic accident. She helped an older man from his car and comforted him until the ambulance arrived.

The soup kitchen session was coming to a close. One of the workers handed a diner an almost full loaf that would have been thrown out otherwise.

“Aye, well,” the diner said, contemplating the bread.

“That’s nice and all. But, it would be better if I had some electricity to toast it.”

A quiet man, sitting across the table, who hadn’t spoken during lunch, said: “I have electricity.”

The woman sitting at the next table leaned across and added: “I could buy some butter on the way.”

And off they went, to enjoy some company and some hot, buttered toast.

Simple things, but proof, if it was ever needed, that while we might be OK on our own we are usually so much better together. Last week, her mother was collecting for charity in the area. A man saw her name badge, recognised the distinctive surname and asked if she had a daughter called Rosie.

He told her how grateful he had been for the help, and what a good mum she must be to have raised such a kind-hearted daughter, and how concerned he had been his accident might have caused some stress for the unborn baby. Mum could assure him that the unborn baby was now a healthy, happy fourteen-year-old.

And Rosie is just astonished her kind act was still remembered and appreciated a decade and a half later.