When I arrived I got a taxi to get to the hotel. I don't know how, but the driver got lost! It turned out it was his first day at work. I called Ann to get the directions, but the taxi driver was so clumsy and slow that I decided to drive stright to the harbor. Ann's fiance, Peter, organised their ceremony and wedding reception on a boat. I was never able to get on with this man and I considered this idea extremly stupid. I wasn't wrong.
We all got on board, set out and the ceremony started. In fact, would have started if Ann hadn't got ill. Someone decided to get her a drink to make her less tense on a big day. Alcohol and rocking of the boat caused a catastrophe. All the guests waited an hour. It started to rain. Everyone got wet, angry and cold. Finally after about two hours we went under the deck.
When I got back home I was exhausted. Ann got divorced two years after this luckless ceremony.
So remember... always count to ten.