All I lower now, as I lower myself into the heated pool, is the average age of the assembled geriatrics.
We are a regular crowd: there is Adele and Kathleen and Imogen (not the daughter of King Cymbeline) and on the far right - in keeping with my political leanings - is Padma.
At the edge of the picture is another Peter who's just being 'craned in' and John has made himself invisible by clinging to the edge of the pool.
The water is always a comfortable 30 degrees and we've made a submission to management to instal a swim-up bar.
Why not join us? The drinks are on us!
