I kept my promise and arrived at the French Registry office at 3pm on 11th July as agreed. A did the same.
‘Do you really want to go through with this?’ he asked.
‘Of course not’, I replied. (I couldn’t stand this man. In any case I was already married, as was he.)
We turned to the registrar and made our apologies. The wedding was off.
The only person to be disappointed was P. He had laid a bet of £10 that I would go through with the ceremony.