Page 148 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

7 p.m. Humph. Daniel has just gone home. Bit fed up, actually. Was really
lovely hot Sunday but Daniel did not want to go out or discuss mini-breaks and
insisted on spending all afternoon with the curtains drawn, watching the cricket.
Also the party was quite nice last night, but at one point we went over to join

Wicksy and a very pretty girl he was talking to. I did notice, as we approached,
that she looked rather defensive.

'Daniel,' said Wicksy, 'have you met Vanessa?'

'No,' said Daniel, putting on his most flirtatious seductive grin and holding out
his hand. 'Nice to meet you.'

'Daniel,' said Vanessa, folding her arms and looking absolutely livid, 'We've
slept together.'

God, it's hot. Quite like leaning out of the window. Someone is playing a
saxophone in effort to pretend we are all in a film set in New York, and can hear
voices all around because everyone's windows are open, and smell cooking from
restaurants. Hmm. Think would like to move to New York: though probably,

come to think of it, not v. g. area for mini-breaks. Unless mini-break actually is
to New York, which would be pointless if one were already in New York.

Will just ring Tom then get down to work.

8 p.m. Just going round to Tom for a quick drink. Just for half an hour.