BlueBelle you are certainly not alone. I could have written your post. We moved here from Devon when my husband started showing signs of Lewy Body Dementia seven years ago. Gradually as he became worse we went out less and less. I do not drive, so when he had to stop driving it was a big blow. Then three years ago he died, after two years of absolute hell for both of us. He died in the December, the day after Boxing day, I spent all that Christmas at his bedside. Then in the February after I fell and smashed an ankle and leg into bits. Spent that summer learning to walk again after surgery, then in the following February my left hip went and I had to have that replaced. Another summer spent getting back on my feet. Then this year the other hip went, I am now seven weeks post op. I live in a largish village, but there are no evening classes held here, and the buses are a joke. At 79 I feel as if I am "just waiting for God", no-one actually needs me, children and grandchildren all absorbed and happy in their own lives. So what on earth do I do with myself? Gardening is limited as I also have back problems, I read a lot, watch TV a little, but somedays I wonder if it is worth getting up. The daughter who lives nearest is very good, the others are spread over the country. They keep in touch by phone, but there are so many hours to fill when you are alone. Like you I am shy, not good in crowds. I don't know what the answer is, there are so many of us in the same boat but no-one seems to know what to do about it.The thing is I don't feel 79 inside....... but the dratted body feels about 180!!