Page 263 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

He laughed and then said, 'Well, don't do anything too complicated.

Remember everyone's coming to see you, not to eat parfaits in sugar cages.'

Daniel would never have said anything nice like that. V. much looking
forward to the dinner party.

Saturday 11 November

8st 12, alcohol units 4, cigarettes 35 (crisis), calories 456 (off food).

Tom has disappeared. First began to fear for him this morning when Sharon rang
saying wouldn't swear on her mother's life but thought she'd seen him from the
window of a taxi on Thursday night wandering along Ladbroke Grove with his

hand over his mouth and, she thought, a black eye. By the time she'd got the taxi
to go back he'd disappeared. She'd left two messages for him yesterday asking if
he was OK but had had no reply.

I suddenly realized, as she spoke, that I had left a message for Tom myself on
Wednesday asking if he was around at the weekend and he hadn't replied, which
is not like him at all. Frantic phoning ensued. Tom's phone just rang and rang, so
I called Jude who said she hadn't heard from him either. I tried Tom's Pretentious
Jerome: nothing. Jude said she'd ring Simon, who lives in next street to Tom,
and get him to go round. She called back twenty minutes later saying Simon had

rung Tom's bell for ages and hammered on the door but no reply. Then Sharon
rang again. She'd spoken to Rebecca, who thought Tom was supposed to be
going to Michael's for lunch. I called Michael who said Tom had left a weird
message talking in an odd distorted voice saying he wasn't going to be able to