Page 45 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
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11.50 p.m. Just had dinner with Tom in Harvey Nichols Fifth Floor, who was
obsessing about a pretentious-sounding 'freelance film maker' called Jerome.
Moaned to him about Daniel, who was in meetings all afternoon and only
managed to say, 'Hi, Jones, how's the skirt?' at 4.30. Tom said not to be paranoid,
give it time, but I could tell he was not concentrating and only wanted to talk
about Jerome as suffused with sex-lust.
Tuesday 24 January
Heaven-sent day. At 5.30, like a gift from God, Daniel appeared, sat himself on
the edge of my desk, with his back to Perpetua, took out his diary and
murmured, 'How are you fixed for Friday?'
Yessssssi Yessssss!
Friday 27 January
9st 3 (but stuffed with Genoan food), alcohol units 8, cigarettes 400 (feels like),
calories 875.
