Page 42 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
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Cleave.
My heart sank. That phone call was suggesting a date. Who replies by saying
'thanks' and leaves it at that unless they but after a little thought, I sent back:
Message Cleave Please shut up. I am very busy and important.
Jones.
And after a few minutes more, he replied.
Message Jones Sorry to interrupt, Jones, pressure must be hellish. Over and
out.
PS. I like your tits in that top.
Cleave . . . And we were off. Frantic messaging continued all week,
culminating in him suggesting a date for Sunday night and me dizzyingly,
euphorically, accepting. Sometimes I look around the office as we all tap away
and wonder if anyone is doing any work at all.
(Is it just me or is Sunday a bizarre night for a first date? All wrong, like
Saturday morning or Monday at 2 p.m.)
Sunday 15 January