'Tuesday, 1 January. Another year, and I still don't like old people. Their Zimmer-frame shuffle, their endless complaints, their tea and biscuits, their bellyaching. Me? I'm eighty-three . . .'

Meet Hendrik Groen. An octogenarian in a care home who has no intention of doing what he's told, or dying quietly. To that end, he creates the Old-But-Not-Dead Club and with his fellow members sets about living his final years with careless abandon. Such anarchism infuriates the care home director but pleases Eefje, the woman who makes Hendrik's frail heart palpitate. If it's never too late to have fun, then can it ever be too late to meet the love of your life?