Virtuous (and slightly smug)

That's how I feel after having done my good deed for the day.

Not only did I buy a poppy from an octogenerian in Asda's this evening, but as he was shakily trying to pin it to my cardigan, I also let him get a good look down my top.

It's probably the first time he's seen bosoms since the end of the war (and probably gave him more of a fright than all of the trick or treaters in their hoodies who will knock at his door tonight demanding his pension.)