Fine, Winston. Fine. You're wiggling out on a technicality. I think you're just very vexed that Penelope has not done as you would have preferred and is instead gallivanting around flagrantly in the clubs of Monaco with her boyfriend while you sit morosely in the Fox and Dragon twiddling your thumbs and flirting unenthusiastically with the serving girls. You will still owe me 500 when she returns disillusioned by Christmas, as I predicted.

Bertie