Page 64 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Friday 17 February

8st 12, alcohol units 1 (v.g.) cigarettes 2 (v.g.), calories 3241 (bad but burnt off
by stairs), checks on card 12 (obsessive).

9 a.m. Card is still there.

9 p.m. Still there.

9.30 p.m. Still there. Could stand it no longer. Could tell Vanessa was in as
cooking smells emanating from flat, so knocked on door. 'I think this must be for

you,' I said, holding out the card as she opened the door.

'Oh, I thought it must be for you,' she said.

'Shall we open it?' I said.

'OK.' I handed it to her, she gave it back to me, giggling. I gave it back to her.
I love girls.

'Go on,' I said, and she slit open the envelope with the kitchen knife she was
holding. It was rather an arty card as if it might have been bought in an art