Page 162 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

do it is Daniel.

10.45 p.m. Oh God. Daniel fell about laughing when said I could not
programme video. Said he would do it for me. Still, at least have done best for
Mum. It is exciting and historic when one's friends are on TV.

11.15 p.m. Humph. Mum just rang. 'Sorry, darling. It isn't Newsnight, it's

Breakfast News tomorrow. Could you set it for seven o'clock tomorrow morning.
BBC 1?'

11.30 p.m. Daniel just called. 'Er, sorry, Bridge. I'm not quite sure what went
wrong. It's recorded Barry Norman.'

Sunday 8 June

8st 12, alcohol units 3, cigarettes 17.

After sitting in semi-darkness for the third weekend running with Daniel's hand
down my bra, fiddling with my nipple as if it were a sort of worry bead and me
occasionally feebly saying, 'Was that a run?' I suddenly blurted out, 'Why can't