Page 164 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

8st 11, alcohol units 7, cigarettes 2, calories 4587 (ooops).

Oh dear. Daniel decided the place was nouveau from the moment we arrived,
because there were three Rolls-Royces parked outside, and one of them yellow. I
was fighting a sinking realization that it was suddenly freezing cold and I had

packed for 900 heat. This was my packing: Swimsuits 2.

Bikinis 1.

Long floaty white dress 1.

Sundress 1.

Trailer-park-trash pink jelly mules 1 pair.

Tea-rose-pink suede mini dress 1.

Black silk teddy.

Bras, pants, stockings, suspenders (various).

There was a crack of thunder as I teetered, shivering, after Daniel to find the
foyer stuffed with bridesmaids and men in cream suits and to discover that we

were the only guests staying in the hotel who were not in the wedding party.

'Chuh! Isn't it dreadful what's happening in Srebrenica,' I chattered maniacally
to try to put out problems in proportion. 'To be honest, I never feel I've quite
pinned down what's going on in Bosnia. I thought the Bosnians were the ones in