Page 289 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Friday 8 December

9st 5 (disaster), alcohol units 4 (g.), cigarettes 12 (excellent), Christmas presents
purchased 0 (bad), cards sent 0, 1471 calls 7.

4 p.m. Humph. Jude just rang and just before we said good-bye she said, 'See
you at Rebecca's on Sunday.'

'Rebecca's? Sunday? What Rebecca's? What?'

'Oh, hasn't . . . ? She's just having a few . . . I think it's just a sort of pre-
Christmas dinner party.'

'I'm busy on Sunday, anyway,' I lied. At last - a chance to get into those
awkward corners with the duster. I had thought that Jude and I were equal
friends of Rebecca so why should she invite Jude and not me?

9 p.m. Popped to 192 for refreshing bottle of wine with Sharon and she said,
'What are you wearing for Rebecca's party?'

Party? So it is a party party.

Midnight. Anyway. Must not get upset about it. This is just the sort of thing that
is not important in life anymore. People should be allowed to invite who they
want to their parties without others pettily getting upset.