This is how I started my morning today

Just after saying "See you at 3(pm)!" and waving my hand to my wee one at the corner of a street near school, I turned around and headed home.

There was a black & white cat coming closer to me and jumped on the nearby windowsill so that I could stroke it. I see the cat sometimes in that street, and it's always friendly enough to me. There's no collar on it, so it might be a stray, but looked healthy and clean. This morning, it didn't stop pawing on my hand until I touched its right side of the neck. (No claws out, phew.) I like this cat very much, but I felt like a maid serving for her master this morning...

And before meeting the cat, I saw an old(ish) man, who had come out of one of the houses in the street. I still don't know who he is, but we greeted as we walked past each other. Nothing unusual about strangers greeting each other, but this man said to me "Good morning, sweetheart"... You know, it's common for some people to use "love", "pet", "dear" to express their friendliness. (I use them to my girls, and my elderly neighbour use them to me, for example.) But I think that this was the very first time in my whole life that somebody called me "sweetheart"!!! I think that I smiled at him as I do to everybody when greeting, but the smile kind of froze for another several seconds. No, he didn't look/sound a dirty old man. I just wished he was a nice man of my age. I sighed "Where has my luck disappeared to?" when remembering the man who was wearing a pair of pyjamas with a jacket and slippers. (He must have popped out for a newspaper or/and milk to the nearby shop.)