Page 41 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
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health summit, like you said.'
The second I put the phone down I realized it was an emergency and rang
Tom, who calmly said leave it to him: if he made several calls to the machine he
could find the code which would let him play back and erase the message.
Eventually he thought he'd cracked it, but unfortunately Daniel then answered
the phone. Instead of saying, 'Sorry, wrong number,' Tom hung up. So now
Daniel not only has the insane message but will think it's me who's rung his
answerphone fourteen times this evening and then, when I did get hold of him,
banged the phone down.
Tuesday 10 January
9st 1, alcohol units 2, cigarettes 6, calories 998 (excellent, v.g. perfect saint-style
person).
Slunk into the office crippled with embarrassment about the message. I had
resolved totally to detach myself from Daniel but then he appeared looking
unnervingly sexy and started making everyone laugh so that I went all to pieces.
Suddenly, Message Pending flashed up on the top of my computer screen.
Message Jones Thanks for your phone call.
