You can never have enough...

[Lilith7]

As most people know I live in a pensioner village, not one of those swanky upmarket ones, but a much less swanky council variety. Management is predominantly under 50 but are full of good ideas for us ancients and decrepits, they have a van for outings and arrange get togethers on occasion. And are constantly asking why these efforts are so spurned by us ingrates...

Because they never ask us before they have these bright ideas. They just think they know best.

One of their efforts involves using volunteers to come play guitars and do singalong type music. Accompanied by another couple of women of a certain age with rather moth eaten terrier kind of dogs they call therapy animals. They provide coffee and biscuits. These gatherings are funded by grant money from various sources and are always gleefully attended by our more demented residents, all three of them. The rest of us, forewarned by gaily coloured printed notices in our letterboxes, go out for the day.

What would get us attending would be a once a year late afternoon barbecue with byo drinks, no guitars, no dogs,  (unless of course they were golden retrievers), with volunteer cooks doing the cooking and salad making...

Probably be cheaper than all the other 'social investment' things put together.

More interesting music might also help - our generation did after all, benefit from having the best music rather than singalong. That word always reminds of the ghastly 'Mitch Miller & the singalong gang' music from when I was kid which was played on the radio.