She&rsquos lying there sunning herself on the deckchair next to the swimming pool. She must be 70 at least. Her emaciated body is all shrunk up inside her bikini, and stands out in the sea of firm young flesh all around. She has dark glasses on, a drink on the deck within reach and a book in her hands. She looks completely content. I find myself scripting her a history &mdash how she has saved and scrimped for years, determined to take a luxury cruise. How time and youth have raced ahead. When the money is finally enough, she&rsquos a crone &mdash but that&rsquos just a minor detail. She&rsquos finally got her sun deck, her tall drink, her dream cruise...