Page 141 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

I thought about my Mum. 'You could seize power,' I said, 'in a bloodless coup.

Go back to work. Take a lover. Bring Jeremy up short.'

'Not with two children under three,' she said resignedly.

'I think I've made my bed, I'll just have to lie in it now.'

Oh God. As Tom never tires of telling me, in a sepulchral voice, laying his
hand on my arm and staring into my eyes with an alarming look, 'Only Women
Bleed.'

Friday 19 May

8st 12 1/2(have lost 3lb 8oz literally overnight - must have eaten food which uses
up more calories to eat it than it gives off e.g. v. chewy Lettuce), alcohol units 4

(modest), cigarettes 21 (bad), Instants 4 (not v.g.).

4.30 p.m. Just when Perpetua was breathing down my neck so she didn't end up
late for her weekend in Gloucestershire at the Trehearnes' the phone rang.

'Hello, darling!' My mother. 'Guess what? I've got the most marvellous
opportunity for you.'

'What?' I muttered sulkily.

'You're going to be on television,' she gushed as I crashed my head on to the