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is working. One line means you're not pregnant - you ninny.'

Got home to an answerphone message from my mother saying, 'Darling, call
me immediately. My nerves are shot to ribbons.'

Her nerves are shot to ribbons!

Friday 5 May

9st (oh sod it, cannot break weighing habit of lifetime, particularly after
pregnancy trauma - will get therapy of some kind in future), alcohol units 6
(hurrah!), cigarettes 25, calories 1895, Instants 3.

Spent the morning mooning abut in mourning for lost baby but cheered up a bit
when Tom called to suggest a lunchtime Bloody Mary to get the weekend off to
a healthy start. Got home to find a petulant message from Mother saying she's
gone to a health farm and will call me later. I wonder what's the matter. Probably

overwhelmed by too many Tiffany's boxes from love-sick suitors and TV
presenter job offers from rival production companies.

11.45 p.m. Daniel just called from Manchester.

'Had a good week?' he said.