Page 171 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

He looked at me while she chattered for a few seconds then turned back to the

receiver.

'Well, that'll be lovely. I shall put that in the diary for the twenty-ninth and
look out my dog collar. Now, we'd better get back and catch up on our sleep.
You take care of yourself, now. Cheerio. Yes. Cheerio,' he said firmly, and put

the phone down.

'You see,' he said smugly, 'a firm hand, that's all it needs.'

Saturday 22 July

8st 11 (hmm must get 1lb off), alcohol units 2, cigarettes 7, calories 1562.

Actually I am really excited about Daniel coming to the Tarts and Vicars party
with me next Saturday. It will be so lovely for once not to have to drive up on
my own, arrive on my own and face all that barrage of inquisition about why I

haven't got a boyfriend. It will be a gorgeous hot day. Maybe we could even
make a mini-break of it and stay in a pub (or other hotel without televisions in
the bedroom). I'm really looking forward to Daniel meeting my dad. I hope he
likes him.

2 a.m. Woke up in floods of tears from, a hideous dream I keep having where

I'm sitting A-level French and realize as I turn over the paper that I have