Whilst I wouldn't disagree that the shrinkage of our various worlds is a reality for many of us - me included - don't you think as well that to a certain extent, we are just more choosy as we get older? I can remember as a teenager absolutely hating discos/clubs but still going along with friends on a Saturday night as I didn't want to be the one sitting at home. Hated it - the evenings used to drag - but it was still better than the alternative. Some of us love socialising, dinner parties, gatherings but some don't. I heard a wonderful line on a tv prog last Sunday - "What Remains" - Steven Mackintosh on being asked to a neighbours' housewarming ... "I've made all the friends I'm going to by now - the rest is just small talk and manners". That summed it up quite neatly for me. I don't want to go round to someone's house for the evening and "chat" over dinner, I would rather be reading or playing music. Or indeed watching the telly. Maybe I have become an anti social old bag, to be honest, I don't actually care. I make the effort if OH wants to go and sometimes I do end up enjoying the evening but often by half ten or so, I am ready to come home and the last hour or so drags.