Page 181 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

was no 'was turning' about it) into my mother.

He looked at me for a moment, then set off into the kitchen at which I quickly
leapt across the room to look behind the sofa and the curtains.

'What are you doing?'

Daniel was standing in the doorway-

'Nothing, nothing. Just thought I might have left a skirt of mine behind the
sofa,' I said, wildly plumping up the cushions as if I were in a French farce.

He looked suspicious and headed off to the kitchen again.

Deciding there was no time to dial 1471, I quickly checked the cupboard
where he keeps the duvet for the sofabed - no human habitation - then followed
him to the kitchen, pulling open the door of the hall cupboard as I passed at
which the ironing board fell out, followed by a cardboard box full of old 45s

which slithered out all over the floor.

'What are you doing?' said Daniel mildly again, coming out of the kitchen.

'Sorry, just caught the door with my sleeve, I said. just on my way to the loo.'

Daniel was staring at me as if I was mad, so I couldn't go and check the
bedroom. Instead I locked the loo door and started frantically looking around for
things. I wasn't exactly sure what, but long blonde hairs, tissues with lipstick
marks on, alien hairbrushes - any of these would have been a sign. Nothing.
Next I quietly unlocked the door, looked both ways, slipped along the corridor,

pushed open the door of Daniel's bedroom and nearly jumped out of my skin.
There was someone in the room.

'Bridge.' It was Daniel, defensively holding a pair of jeans in front of him.
'What are you doing in here?'