Poor old soul!

This morning when I went out I didn't think I looked too bad even though I feel a bit grotty today but I must have looked a whole lot worse than I thought.
I hadn't got too far up the road when I stopped to listen to a goldfinch who was singing right up in the top of a tree on the homestore car park. I stood below leaning on my shopping trolley and holding on to the wall, looking up to see if I could spot him in the branches with my eyes screwed up against the bright sun and a smile on my face. Of course, I was lost in deep concentration which was immediately shattered when someone put their hand on my shoulder and asked if I was alright. I'm sure the well meaning gentleman must have thought I was a bit mad when I explained what I was doing but he humoured me and stood there looking up too. When he heard the bird singing he agreed with me that it was worth stopping and listening to and he went on his way.
I carried on to do some shopping and my last stop was Boots the chemist where I needed several things. Now they are always moving things about in there so it often takes me some time to find what I want and I was obviously looking bewildered when two assistant managers asked me if I was alright. I told them I was looking for footcare so they both kindly took me along to the right section and enquired if I needed any further help. I thanked them and said I was fine then finished my shopping.
On the way home I noticed there was a French market in the centre so I had a look around at the various stalls thinking that, had I known they were coming, I would have looked there first before going to Tesco so all I bought was a baguette. I put it in my shopping trolley and it stuck out of the top about seven inches or so. A little further on the trolley wheel hit my foot and as I turned around I noticed the bread had broken so I stopped to sort it out. The best way was to break the bread right through and then try to get both bits into the same bag and back down in the trolley where they wouldn't stick out. As I was huddled over trying to get things sorted, yet another well meaning passer-by asked me if I was alright and if I needed any help.
Now I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but I'm not really that old, confused or decrepit. I'm just a bit creaky and stiff sometimes but at least it's a relief to know that there are some people who are ready to help.