Daphne knows that age is just a number. She also knows that society no longer pays her any attention--something she's happy to exploit to help her hide from her somewhat checkered past. Finding herself alone on her seventieth birthday, she decides she needs some friends. Still, the prospect of joining a Senior Citizens' Social Club horrifies her--she's not made to endure genteel games of cards and the like. But the other members of the social club are not what she was expecting. There's Art, a failed actor turned kleptomaniac, and Ruby, a Bansky-style knitter who takes her revenge in public yarning. And there's Lydia, who took the job running the social thinking it would just be something to do now her children are grown--and who finds her hands quite a bit fuller than anticipated. After an accident in which half the building collapses, the local council threatens to close the club--but they have underestimated the wrong group of senior citizens. And with the help of the toddlers next door, a teenage dad, and a geriatric, orphaned dog, this unorthodox gang sets out to prove it. As long as their pasts don't catch up with them first...
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