Page 298 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

My brother, on the other hand, can come and go as he likes with everyone's

respect and blessing just because he happens to be able to stomach living with a
vegan Tai Chi enthusiast. Frankly, I would rather set fire to my flat all on my
own than sit in it with Becca.

Cannot believe my mother is not more grateful to Mark Darcy for sorting

everything out for her. Instead of which he has become part of That Which Must
Not Be Mentioned, i.e. the Great Time-Share Rip-Off, and she behaves as if he
never existed. Cannot help but think he must have coughed up a bit to get
everyone their money back. V. nice good person. Too good for me, evidently.

Oh God. Must put sheets on bed. Disgusting to sleep on uncomfortable
button-studded mattress. Where are sheets, though? Wish had some food.

Friday 22 December

Now it is nearly Christmas, find self feeling sentimental about Daniel. Cannot

believe have not had Christmas card from him (though come to think of it have
not managed to send any cards yet myself). Seems weird to have been so close
during the year and now be completely out of touch. V. sad. Maybe Daniel is
unexpectedly Orthodox Jew. Maybe Mark Darcy will ring tomorrow to wish me
Happy Christmas.

Saturday 23 December