Page 279 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

visiting using public transport.

Mark Darcy went back to London in small hours. I left a message on his
answerphone saying thank you for helping and everything, but he has not rung
me back. Cannot blame him. Bet Natasha and similar would not feed him blue
soup and turn out to be the daughter of criminal.

Una and Geoffrey said not to worry about Dad as Brian and Mavis are going

to stay and help look after him. Find myself wondering why it is always 'Una
and Geoffrey' not 'Geothey and Una' and yet 'Malcolm and Elaine' and 'Brian
and Mavis.' And yet, on the other hand, 'Nigel and Audrey' Coles. Just as one
would never, never say 'Geoffrey and Una' so, conversely, one would never say
'Elaine and Malcolm.' Why? Why? Find self, in spite of self; trying out own
name imagining Sharon or Jude in years to come, boring their daughters rigid by
going 'You know Bridget and Mark, darling, who live in the big house in

Holland Park and go on lots of holidays to the Caribbean.' That's it. It would be
Bridget and Mark. Bridget and Mark Darcy. The Darcys. Not Mark and Bridget
Darcy. Heaven forbid. All wrong. Then suddenly feel terrible for thinking about
Mark Darcy in these terms, like Maria with Captain Von Trapp in The Sound of
Music, and that I must run away and go to see Mother Superior, who will sing
'Climb Every Mountain' to me.

Friday 24 November

8st 13, alcohol units 4 (but drunk in police presence so clearly OK), cigarettes 0,
calories 1760, 1471 calls to see if Mark Darcy has rung 11.