Page 73 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
P. 73
Sunday 26 February
9st, alcohol units 5 (drowning sorrows), cigarettes 23 (fumigating sorrows),
calories 3856 (smothering sorrows in fat-duvet).
Awake, alone, to find myself imagining my mother in bed with Julio Consumed
with repulsion at vision of parental, or rather demi-parental sex; outrage on
behalf of father; heady, selfish optimism at example of another thirty years of
unbridled passion ahead of me (not unrelated to frequent thoughts of Goldie
Hawn and Susan Sarandon); but mainly extreme sense of jealousy of failure and
foolishness at being in bed alone on Sunday morning while my mother aged over
sixty is probably just about to do it for the second . . . Oh my God. No. I can't
bear to think about it.
