Page 174 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Saturday 29 July

8st 11 9v.g.), alcohol units 7, cigarettes 8, calories 6245 (sodding Una
Alconbury, Mark Darcy, Daniel, Mum, everybody).

2 p.m. Cannot believe what has happened. By 1 p.m. Daniel had still not woken
up and I was starting to worry because the party starts at 2.30. Eventually I woke
him with a cup of coffee and said, 'I thought you needed to wake up because
we're supposed to be there at two-thirty.'

'Where?' he said.

'The Tarts and Vicars.

'Oh God, love. Listen, I've just realized, I've got so-much work to do this
weekend. I'm really going to have to stay at home and get down to it.'

I couldn't believe it. He promised to come. Everyone knows when you are
going out with someone they are supposed to support you at hideous family
occasions, and he thinks if he so much as mentions the word 'work' he can get
out of anything. Now all the Alconburys' friends will spend the entire time

asking me if I've got a boyfriend yet and no one will believe me.

10 p.m. Cannot believe what I have been through. I drove for two hours, parked