Guilty as charged. Many years ago, in my early thirties, I moved from London to a new town. Thursday morning, market day, waiting in silence at the bus stop would be a mixture of folks from very elderly to much younger. One week thought to break the impasse and on arrival at the bus stop promptly said "good morning". Never another silent Thursday morning! The elderly loved to tell me about the days when the town very different and their children young. Others related stories of their life before arriving in the new town. I could have written a book about these lovely people!
Now 83, and three hundred miles from that new town, and still talking to all and sundry (isolated since Feb). My family say I am better known in the town in three years than they are after ten years living here. Shopkeepers tell them they know me and how am I managing - and do I need help. How lovely is that- so keep speaking and smiling and spread a little joy on the way.
Terrible relationship with DIL - am I the problem?

. I had made friends with a local girl who thought I was mad. The only thing is you need to read people’s body language and know when to stop!