Four of those men had each stated, in writing, to different people, that they had never met the others.
I also kept the seating plan, which was printed and framed and which somebody had left on a side table at the end of the night, and which had two hundred and eleven names on it against table numbers.
And I kept the six-page pack with the sponsor logos on page two.
That is the entirety of what I took out of my ex-husband’s wedding. A seating plan, a PDF and a link to a photo gallery.
The other thing that happened.
I let them see her. Not as a stunt — because she needed feeding at half past two and I was not going to sit in a car park.
I fed my daughter in an armchair in the hallway at Thornhallow, and Verity Prentiss came out of the ladies and stopped about eight feet away.
