Page 93 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

soufflés, V. much looking forward to the birthday. Expect to become known as

brilliant cook and hostess.

Tuesday 21 March: Birthday

9st, alcohol units 9,* cigarettes 42,* calories 4295.* *If can't splash out on
birthday, when can I?

6.30 p.m. Cannot go on. Have just stepped in a pan of mashed potato in new
kitten-heel black suede shoes from Pied à terre (Pied-à-pomine-de-terre, more
like), forgetting that kitchen floor and surfaces were covered in pans of mince
and mashed potato. It is already 6.30 and have to go out to Cullens for Grand
Marnier soufflé ingredients and other forgotten items. Oh my God - suddenly
remembered tube of contraceptive jelly might be on side of washbasin. Must

also hide storage jars with embarrassing un-hip squirrel design and birthday card
from Jamie with picture of little lamb on front which says 'Happy Birthday,
Guess which one is you?' Then inside, 'You're the one over the hill.' Humph.

Schedule:

6.30. Go to shop.

6.45. Return with forgotten groceries.