To ask what's the loveliest thing someone has done for you?

[Antsinpants]

To end a shitty week with a warm fuzzy thread. Mine is when dd1 was a few weeks old and I was totally knackered, struggling to bf and using formula, my lovely SIL - who had also just had a baby - washed and sterilised all my bottles so I didn't have to. Such a small thing, but it meant everything to me at the time and she's still easily my favourite person in the world. Share the love!

When I first moved to London I got on the wrong bus very late at night and ended up in an area I didn't know. My phone had died. So I was walking trying to find a taxi to flag down. This lovely man stopped and called me a mini cab. When I got out and tried to pay the driver told me he had put it on his account and it was paid for.

My friends throwing me a surprise 21st after a horrific few months. Contacting friends and loved ones from around the world. It was a total surprise too.

Walking in rain as a kid with my mum getting soaked. We had just done a half marathon. This old guy stopped and gave us a lift home. Saying you have done your part from charity now let me do mine.

Everytime someone helps me carry my cases or bags at airport or train station etc it always makes me smile.

Bumping again!! Loving the thread!!

After the birth of my 1st I wasnt very well to put it bluntly. My oldest friend was my saviour

She came around one weekend, with a bag full of stuff to cook a roast dinner, and some chocolates for me. I can picture the chocolates she brought exactly.

And then spent the next 3 hours talking me down- I was extremely paranoid and wasnt in a good place.

B, I've never thanked you for what you did, but I am now.

Was 14. Mum was batshit, Dad absent, and I went to London, not really planning to run away but not wanting to go home. Eventually called friend who lived in another city and her mum said I was welcome to come stay the next day.
Mooched round the South Bank which was pretty dodgy then, and had a couple 'helpful' blokes ask if I was alone and wanted to take me home, presumably to join other prostitutes. I freaked and ran.
Found myself in Soho near midnight. I had enough money for one drink in the Old Compton St cafe but various gay men kept checking I was OK and had somewhere to go and buying me more food and drink, before going with me to Kings Cross and making sure I got the first train.

Friend's parents never said anything but suggested I stay for the rest of the school holidays and I spent most holidays there afterwards.

I was flat out in hospital after back surgery & my horrible greasy hair was driving me mad. I asked the nurse if I could be helped to the shower to wash it and was told "definitely not!" An hour later two of them came to my bed with a bowl of hot water etc., collapsed the headboard down & shampood, conditioned & combed my long hair through - with me still flat on my back! The ward clerk then came over & blow dried it - at the end of her shift - wonderful kindness which made me feel so much better. Oh, I forgot to say, my nurses were two lovely lads called John.

After two weeks recovering, one Sunday afternoon they told me they were going for a quick break. I was the only patient left in that weekend and when the ward phone rang I was getting a bit concerned they might get into trouble for "leaving their station" when one of them called to me "answer the phone you lazy mare". I did, it was my son calling from Australia - all set up by my fab nurses. I'll never forget them, they made such a difference to my stay in hospital.

I have been lucky to have experienced a few lovely things

I moved house and my friend gave me a lovely welcome to my new house basket of useful things, some of which I still use

My partner took me on a surprise birthday holiday to 2 places that I had always wanted to visit

My friends were having a weekend gathering that I was unable to attend. They laid me a place at the table and collected things that reminded me of them and put them on my seat. How lovely !

I had some friends that looked after me at a tragic time They have continued to spend quality time with me and my family over the years.

Kindness and spending quality time together are one of the greatest gifts that you can give. I hope that, I have in return provided some kindness to family, friends and strangers

Someone carried my little girl. All the morning sickness, insomnia, hormones, aching back, agonising birth -she did it all.

Words can't describe my feelings about her kindness.

I'd been visiting a friend at uni and was driving home very hungover when my car broke down in the middle lane on the M25. My phone battery was dead. There was really slow moving traffic, so I managed to get myself into the hard shoulder whilst rolling.

Straight away a man in a lorry pulled up behind me to stop any other cars from hitting me, and a lady pulled over in front of me. She was clearly on her way to a work or a meeting but sat with me until the AA came, called my dad for me to let him know what was going on, and even fed me snacks and gave me water.

By the time the rescue vehicle came she had to rush off in a hurry so didn't get to thank her properly, but when I got home I remembered that she had called my dad so he had her number. I Called her that evening to tell her how amazing she was.

I'd been lent a car by the garage, called at the supermarket, then on the way home glanced at the petrol gauge, saw it was on Empty just as it ran out of fuel & stopped!

I was on a busy junction about a mile from home. I got out to try to push it out of the way a bit, wondering how I was going to carry all the stuff, & a really scruffy pick-up truck stopped, a man & his teenage son leapt out, pushed the car out of the way, grabbed my ten bags of shopping & bundled them & me into the truck & took me home

I rang the garage & they were really apologetic that the fuel had been so low. They dropped off my car later, picked up their car's keys & went with a can of petrol to collect it.

I love this thread!

Mine is a small example but meant such a lot at the time. When DD1 was born the paediatrician said she needed formula top ups after breastfeeding as she was losing too much weight. I felt like a complete failure that I couldn't give her what she needed. The first time I BF her in public (in a cafe) I felt self conscious and reckoned she probably wasn't getting much milk anyway. As I lifted her up post feed the two ladies at the table beside me commented on how well fed and content DD1 looked. They had no idea that I felt so low about it and it really gave me a boost.

I have MS and have that known for about eight years. However, my consultant and I agreed that we would avoid giving me the formal diagnosis until such time as I needed some treatment.

As the symptoms started to creep up on me, I felt as if I was losing my ability to be "me", was scared about what would happen when I officially excepted a diagnosis and so avoided going back to see my consultant. Everybody, including my DH, teenage DC and DPs, just avoided the subject – probably because they were scared too.

A wonderful friend who I have known for more than 20 years took me out one evening and we had a wonderful time. No treating me with kid gloves. At the end of the evening he just looked at me and said "you know you need to go back and see your doctor now don't you?" And the look he gave me when he spoke to me about it is one that I will never forget. So full of love, care, and shared memories.

He was so right. It started me on a course which, whilst scary at times, has ultimately led to me having a treatment that has reversed most of my symptoms and give me back my life. Sounds silly, but it really was a life changing moment.

shocker as soon as I read your post I knew you must be talking about Sarah and Johnny's place!!

MrsNucky, busted

It's a magical place and Sarah is one of my most favourite people ever!

This thread needs a trigger warning, hormonal preggos should approach with caution

This is a lovely thread!

When I was heavily pregnant, stressed and work were massively taking the piss, a colleague made me a 'stress relief kit' containing chocolate, bubble wrap to pop, a mini nerf gun, a tennis ball to squeeze, a cheap tacky mug in case I needed to throw something... It was so funny and thoughtful of her, I still have it as it meant so much!

When I was single and was struggling hugely living alone I let the house get into a disgraceful state. It was just shameful. I confessed to my best friend, and she spent a whole Saturday deep cleaning with me, never once saying anything judge mental. It was so kind.

When I had DD (EMCS on the back of a five day labour) DP stepped up massively and did all the night feeds (FF as we never got anywhere with BF) for his two weeks paternity. I am the only person I know who was getting eight hours sleep a night in their first two weeks with a newborn! He pretty much waited on us both hand and foot too, have never felt so looked after and loved

When my DS2 was born, I was really ill and had no sleep. My friend came to stay the night and looked after the baby all night so that I could sleep.

A long time ago my nan gave the pearls she wore on her wedding day to a close friend. My dad went to visit friend and she gave my dad the pearls to give to me. I cried!

The midwife who ran me a bath and brought me tea and toast after DD was born. She was very kind.

Another nurse when dd was poorly in children's ward who made me a cuppa

Mine seems trivial in comparison but when my Dad was dying (terminally ill) and I was trying to think like a daughter but also like a human i.e. I still want my Dad but he was so poorly, the kindest thing would be for him to pass; the most wonderful nurse (who wasn't even based on the ward full time), took me to one side and told me she understood. I don't think I can express the relief when she told me I wasn't a monster and the gratitude for her kind words.

Again, not mine but in a restaurant, I had nipped to the loo and saw on the way back, my then boyfriend jumping up from his seat to help an elderly lady with mobility problems make her way to her table, linked her arm and chatted to her all the way - she was struggling to make it back if there wasn't a wall to balance on. My then boyfriend is a big bugger, 6ft 5, rugby build and a skin head...(so to some, not the best person you want to jump up at you). When I had made my way over to him, another diner tapped me on the shoulder and said, "you need to marry that one" - I did!

6 months pregnant, on a plane, just as the seat belt sign went on I began to vomit. Not just one bag, 2 bags but 4 bags!! Eventually landed. Cabin crew just ignored me. A lady from 3 rows ahead of me came and gave me a packet of wet wipes. Honestly I could have cried.

When I was around 8? Me, my mam and my sister had to go and I've in a domestic violence shelter type place (don't know what it's called, in them days people called it the "battered wives shelter )

I will always remember some people from the Salvation Army bringing us a food parcel with bread and fruit and stuff in.

I'll never forget that. And every Christmas when the Salvation Army are out collecting donations I always give them money. When I told my husband the story and why I always donate he thought it was the saddest but sweetest thing he's ever heard

Bumping again cos this thread makes me happy!!

Recently been having a very difficult time for a number of reasons, and a colleague at work bought me a gift box of lovely, expensive shower gels. He knew I didn't have time for a bath etc, but each morning having something lovely to get washed with and being reminded that someone had thought of me really made a world of difference. The fact that he himself is having a difficult time made it doubly meaningful that he had still thought of me.

I've just had a little cry at this thread

Just one I can think of, a few days ago I went out for lunch. This involved my Mum in her motorised wheelchair, 4 yr old insane DS and 8 month old DD.
Historic pub was not overburdened with space so I ended up feeding all three.
Lovely ancient bloke with even more ancient bloke in corner, think probably ministers/religious,said quietly he thought I was doing a wonderful job.