When my DS was a toddler I got a nice little part-time job in the kitchen of a senior citizen's day centre - making custard, mopping floors etc.
The nice bit wasn't the making of the custard, it's that there was a rota of voluntary helpers from the club helping in the kitchen every day - all between 65 and 90.
All of them, male and female, were lovely and would chat to me about their grandchildren and ask about my little one.
Easter came around and on the day before Good Friday I had a steady stream of OAPs coming to me with an Easter egg that they'd bought for my DS - that not one of them had ever actually met!
We got 18 :) And no, I'm truly not exaggerating.
Best job I have ever had, all because of those lovely souls.
Just wanted to share - Easter always reminds me of this.