As I grow older I feel the need for company less and less. Is this a universal feeling, or am I becoming more like my dear old dad? He was very bad at personal relationships, unless he was the one in charge. So, after 3 wives, he ended up in a little bungalow at the end of a cul-de-sac, having lost contact with 3 of his 4 children. We did eventually come together during the last years of his long life, but the feeling was often that we had intruded on something important he was doing. I know he wrote a lot, and sometimes held controversial opinions on life and society. I believe his recorded wisdom is in storage at my brother's house, unread. Some days I have to spur myself into venturing out, which makes me sound like a recluse. Well, I am not as I have my family with me, or not far away. But I do feel that I could slip into sitting at my lap-top, or playing favourite music, or reading some of my many books for hours on end, not realising that a day had passed in the 'outside world'. I am not a 'party animal', nor ever was. Perhaps the remedy is to have noisy, adventurous friends to shake me up when necessary – which is what I do have, thank goodness!