Page 149 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Tuesday 6 June

9st 2, alcohol units 4, cigarettes 3 (v.g.), calories 1326, Instants 0 (excellent),
1471 calls 12 (bad), hours spent asleep 15 (bad, but not self's fault as heatwave).

Managed to persuade Perpetua to let me stay at home to work. Certain she only
agreed because she wants to sunbathe too. Mmmm. Got lovely new mini-break
brochure: 'Pride of Britain: Leading Country House Hotels of the British Isles'.
Marvellous. Going through all pages one by one imagining Daniel and me being
alternately sexual and romantic in all the bedrooms and dining rooms.

11 a.m. Right: am going to, concentrate now.

11.25 a.m. Hmmm, got a bit of a scratchy nail.

11.35 a.m. God. I just started having paranoid fantasy for no reason about

Daniel having an affair with someone else and thinking up dignified but cutting
remarks to make him sorry. Now why should that be? Have I sensed with a
woman's intuition that he is having an affair?

The trouble with trying to go out with people when you get older is that
everything becomes so loaded. When you are partnerless in your thirties, the
mild bore of not being in a relationship - no sex, not having anyone to hang out
with on Sundays, going home from parties on your own all the time - gets