I rather find now, that I get used as a new friend. The manager of the charity shop where I volunteered rang me often to fill in shifts but that was just convenience for her. A local friend I made, has, I just realised, used me as cat sitter / child care / parcel depot and borrowed money she had no intention of returning, you have to be careful when you are lonely not to be taken advantage of.
I sort of drifted into being obliging and got my fingers burnt.
I still have a couple of old friends and making new ones, well .....how eactly do you replace those lost years of history with them? There is just one person who remembers me now when I had a waist and was a 'stunner'. I am just a dumpy, old person fit for making up the numbers at charity things because they need to sell tickets, or for running the book stall.
What I really crave is a bit of bad company.........too late, I have found U3A groups stuffy and I am beset by tinnitus so going to things like WI, I can't hear what anyone is saying and frankly they are not reknowned for their anarchist tendencies (although they did give Blair a hard time) is it just being older that makes other people seem so dull?
I am dull too .....can't walk far or drive any distance, but I long to go to galleries and theatre and so few people want to do that, they all want to take me with them to the boot fair and I end up watching their kids while they go for a good look round.
I am invited to the Methodist Chapel picnic and 'praise in the park' on Sunday, I tell them I am not a Christian and they are such nice people..but entertaining it ain't. They say they invite me to things because 'I 'm better than Pam Ayres' at making them laugh, no pressure then.
I feel as if I live life going through the motions, the joy has gone.