I want to say, before I get into my post, that I am NOT whingeing. The last of my lifetime friends has died recently, and it has made me realise that (apart from family) there is no one that I can drop in on, go for coffee, have a daft outing... like the time I went shopping for wedding clothes with Joyce, and we came back three days later. We had a ball.
The clubs I attended have suffered from the effects of Covid and have not re-opened. Organiser of Art Club has given up and Community Centre has closed down.
I am very happy in my own company and my hobbies don't really depend on any one else - oil painting, dress making, particularly Edwardian clothes. Although now I have no one to eat the cakes I like to bake.
I returned to this city after retirement and had a decent social life, but I now find myself quite reluctant to set out by myself to find new friends. I find small talk difficult.
This is a university city and U3A is just about exclusively an academics province, and they mostly just communicated with others of their "specialism"
As I have said, I am not whingeing, just now realising the deep value of friends and brother and beginning yet another stage of my life. It is very interesting.
Another assassination attempt on Donald Trump

