Page 192 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Wednesday 9 August

9st 2 (but in good cause), thigh circumference 16 inches (either miracle or
hangover error), alcohol units 0 (but body still drinking units from last night),

cigarettes 0 (ugh).

8 a.m. Ugh. In physically disastrous state but emotionally v. much cheered up by
night out. Jude arrived in vixen-from-hell fury because Vile Richard had stood
her up for the Relationship Counseling.

'The therapist woman obviously just thought he was an imaginary boyfriend
and I was a very, very sad person.'

'So what did you do?' I said sympathetically, banishing a rogue disloyal
thought from Satan that said, 'She was right.'

'She said I had to talk about the problems I had that were unrelated to
Richard.'

'But you don't have any problems that are unrelated to Richard,' said Sharon.

'I know. I told her that, then she said I had a problem with boundaries and
charged me fifty-five quid.'

'Why didn't he turn up? I hope the sadistic worm had a decent excuse,' said
Sharon.

'He said he got tied up at work,' said Jude. 'I said to him, ''Listen, you don't