Which everyday British 'good deed' actually makes you feel like a better person? Rank them.

That little flash of hazards or a thumbs-up from the other driver gives a smug glow that lasts for miles. Pure motorway karma.

Standing all the way to Morden so a pregnant woman can sit is the closest most of us get to knighthood. Bonus points if no one notices.

Handing it in with cash untouched feels genuinely noble, even if you secretly hope for a reward. A proper grown-up good deed.

Carrying bags up three flights and ending up hearing about their 1962 holiday to Bognor is oddly wholesome. Community spirit, served warm.

Anyone can hand over coins, but flicking through and chatting to the seller turns charity into a real human moment.