Page 293 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Returned from work to icy answerphone message.

'Bridget. This is Rebecca. I know you work in TV now. I know you have
much more glamorous parties to go to every night, but I would have thought you
could at least have the courtesy to reply to an invitation from a friend, even if
you are too grand to deign to come to her party.'

Frantically called Rebecca but no reply or answerphone. Decided to go round

and leave a note and bumped into Dan on the stairs, the Australian guy from
downstairs who I snogged in April.

'Hi. Merry Christmas,' he said leerily, standing too close. 'Did you get your
mail?' I looked at him blankly. 'I've been putting it under your door so you don't

have to get cold in your nightie in the mornings.'

I shot back upstairs, grabbed back the doormat and there, nestling underneath

like a Christmas miracle, was a little pile of cards, letters and invitations all
addressed to me. Me. Me. Me.

Thursday 14 December

9st 3, alcohol units 2 (bad, as did not drink any. units yesterday-must make up
extra tomorrow to avoid heart attack), cigarettes 14 (bad? or maybe good? Yes.
a sensible level of nicotine units is probably good for you as long as do not
binge-smoke), calories 1500 (excellent), lottery tickets 4 (bad but would have

been good of Richard Branson had won non-profit-making lottery bid), cards
sent 0, presents purchased 0, 1471 calls 5 (excellent).