Page 136 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
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out of my box of Milk Tray, feeling a bewildering mixture of smugness and
pride over my perfect new boyfriend whom the girls clearly wished to have a go
at shagging, and furious with the normally disgusting sexist drunk for ruining
our feminist ranting by freakishly pretending to be the perfect man. Huh. We'll
see how long that lasts, won't we? I thought, while I waited for him to come
back.
When he came back he ran up the stairs, swept me up into his arms and
carried me into the bedroom.
'You get an extra chocolate for being lovely even when you're squiffy.' he
said, taking a foil-wrapped chocolate heart out of his pocket. And then . . .
Mmmmmm.
Sunday 14 May
7 p.m. Hate Sunday night. Feels like homework night. Have got to write
catalogue copy for Perpetua before tomorrow. Think I will just ring Jude first.
7.05 p.m. No reply. Hmmmmph. Anyway, down to work.
7.10 p.m. Think Will just call Sharon.
