Page 163 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

we go on a mini-break? Why? Why? Why?'

'That's a good idea,' said Daniel, mildly, taking his hand out of my dress. 'Why
don't you book somewhere for next weekend? Nice country house hotel. I'll pay.'

Wednesday 21 June

8st 11 (v.v.g.), alcohol units 1, cigarettes 2, Instants 2 (v.g.), minutes spent
looking at mini-break brochures 237 (bad).

Daniel has refused to discuss the mini-break any more, or look at the brochure,
and has forbidden me from mentioning it until we actually set off on Saturday.
How can he expect me not to be excited when I have been longing for this for so

long? Why is it that men have not yet learnt to fantasize about holidays, choose
them from brochures and plan and fantasize about them in the way that they (or
some of them) have learnt to cook or sew? The singlehanded mini-break
responsibility is hideous for me. Wovingham Hall seems ideal - tasteful without
being over-formal, with four-poster beds, a lake and even a fitness centre (not to
go in), but what if Daniel doesn't like it?

Sunday 25 June