""Friends?" Pah! The Enemy more like!" I shouted happily, tucking into another Silk Cut and a couple of salmon pinwheels. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
By 11:30 Sharon was in full and splendid auto-rant.
"Ten years ago people who cared about the environment were laughed at as sandal-wearing beardy-weirdies and now look at the power of the green consumer," she was shouting, sticking her fingers into the tiramisu and transferring it straight into her mouth. "In years ahead the same will come to pa.s.s with feminism. There won"t be any men leaving their families and postmenopausal wives for young mistresses, or trying to chat women up by showing off in a patronizing way about all the other women throwing themselves at them, or trying to have s.e.x with women without any niceness or commitment, because the young mistresses and women will just turn around and tell them to sod off and men won"t get any s.e.x or any women unless they learn how to behave properly instead of cluttering up the sea-bed of women with their s.h.i.tTY, SMUG, SELF-INDULGENT, BEHAVIOR!"
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" yelled Jude, slurping her Pinot Grigio.
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," I yelled through a mouthful of raspberry pavlova mixed with tiramisu.
"b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" shouted Jude, lighting a Silk Cut with the b.u.t.t end of the last one.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"I bet that"s Daniel, the b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d," I said. "What is it?" I yelled into the intercom.
"Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling," said Daniel in his gentlest, politest voice. "I"m really sorry to bother you. I did ring earlier and leave a message on your answerphone. It"s just I"ve been stuck in the most tedious board meeting you can imagine for the entire evening and I so much wanted to see you. I"ll just give you a little kiss and then go, if you like. Can I come up?"
"Burr. All right, then," I muttered grumpily, pressed the buzzer and lurched back to the table. "b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
"Culture of Ent.i.tlement," growled Sharon. "Cooking, succor, beautiful young girls" bodies when they"re old and fat. Think women are there to give them what they"re b.l.o.o.d.y ent.i.tled . . . Here, have we run out of wine?"
Then Daniel appeared up the stairs, smiling lovingly. He looked tired yet fresh-faced, clean-shaven and very neat in his suit. He was holding three boxes of Milk Tray.
"I bought you all one of these," he said, one eyebrow raised s.e.xily, "to eat with your coffee. Don"t let me interrupt. I"ve done the shopping for the weekend."
He carried eight Cullens carrier bags into the kitchen and started putting everything away.
At that moment the phone rang. It was the mini-cab firm the girls had rung half an hour earlier saying there"d been a terrible multiple pile-up in Ladbroke Grove, plus all their cars had unexpectedly exploded and they weren"t going to be able to come for another three hours.
"How far are you going?" said Daniel. "I"ll drive you home. You can"t hang around the streets looking for cabs at this time of night."
As the girls fluttered around finding their handbags and grinning stupidly at Daniel, I started eating all the nut, praline, fudge or caramel-based chocolates out of my box of Milk Tray, feeling a bewildering mixture of smugness and pride over my perfect new boyfriend whom the girls clearly wished to have a go at s.h.a.gging, and furious with the normally disgusting s.e.xist drunk for ruining our feminist ranting by freakishly pretending to be the perfect man. Huh. We"ll see how long that lasts, won"t we? I thought, while I waited for him to come back.
When he came back he ran up the stairs, swept me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.
"You get an extra chocolate for being lovely even when you"re squiffy." he said, taking a foil-wrapped chocolate heart out of his pocket. And then . . . Mmmmmm.
Sunday 14 May
7 p.m. Hate Sunday night. Feels like homework night. Have got to write catalogue copy for Perpetua before tomorrow. Think I will just ring Jude first. Hate Sunday night. Feels like homework night. Have got to write catalogue copy for Perpetua before tomorrow. Think I will just ring Jude first.
7.05 p.m. No reply. Hmmmmph. Anyway, down to work. No reply. Hmmmmph. Anyway, down to work.
7.10 p.m. Think Will just call Sharon. Think Will just call Sharon.
7.45 p.m. Shazzer was annoyed with me for ringing because she had just got in and was about to call 1471 to see if this guy she has been seeing had rung while she was out and now my number will be stored instead.
Consider 1471 to be brilliant invention, instantly telling you the number of the last person who called. It was ironic, really, because when the three of us first found out about 1471 Sharon said she was totally against it, considering it exploitation by British Telecom of the addictive personalities and relationship-breakdown epidemic among the British populace. Some people are apparently calling it upwards of twenty times a day. Jude, on the other hand, is strongly in favour of 1471, but does concede that if you have just split up with or started sleeping with someone it doubles misery misery potential when you come home: no-number-stored-on-1471-misery, to add to no-message-on-answerphone-misery, or number-stored-turning-out-to-be-Mother"s misery. potential when you come home: no-number-stored-on-1471-misery, to add to no-message-on-answerphone-misery, or number-stored-turning-out-to-be-Mother"s misery.
Apparently in America the 1471 equivalent tells you all all the numbers that have rung you since last time you checked and the numbers that have rung you since last time you checked and how many times. how many times. Shudder with horror at the thought of own obsessive calling of Daniel"s number in early days being exposed in this way. The good thing over here is that if you dial 141 before you ring, it stops your number being stored on the other person"s phone. Jude says you have to be careful, though, because if you have an obsessive crush on someone and ring accidentally when they are in, then ring off and no number is stored they might guess it was you. Must make sure Daniel does not find out about any of this. Shudder with horror at the thought of own obsessive calling of Daniel"s number in early days being exposed in this way. The good thing over here is that if you dial 141 before you ring, it stops your number being stored on the other person"s phone. Jude says you have to be careful, though, because if you have an obsessive crush on someone and ring accidentally when they are in, then ring off and no number is stored they might guess it was you. Must make sure Daniel does not find out about any of this.
9.30 p.m. Decided to nip round comer for cigarettes. On way up stairs heard phone ringing. Suddenlv realizing had forgotten to put answerphone back on when Tom rang, tore up stairs, emptied contents of handbag on floor to find key and threw self across from to phone at which point phone stopped. Had just gone into loo when phone rang again. Stopped when got to it. Then started ringing again when went away. Finally got it. Decided to nip round comer for cigarettes. On way up stairs heard phone ringing. Suddenlv realizing had forgotten to put answerphone back on when Tom rang, tore up stairs, emptied contents of handbag on floor to find key and threw self across from to phone at which point phone stopped. Had just gone into loo when phone rang again. Stopped when got to it. Then started ringing again when went away. Finally got it.
"Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling, guess what?" Mum.
"What?" I said, miserably.
"I"m taking you to have your colours done" And don"t keep saying, "what", please, darling. Color Me Beautiful. I"m sick to death of you wandering round in all these dingy slurries and fogs. You look like. something out of Chairman Mao."
"Mum. I can"t really talk, I"m expecting . . . "
"Now come along, Bridget. I don"t want any silliness," she said in her Genghis-Khan-at-height-of-evil voice. "Mavis Enderby used to be all miserable in buffs and mosses, now she"s had hers done she comes out in all these wonderful shocking pinks and bottle greens and looks twenty years younger.
"But I don t want to come out in shocking pinks and bottle greens, "I said, through clenched teeth.
"Well you see darling, Mavis is Winter. And I"m Winter, but you might be Summer like Una and then you"ll get your pastels. You can"t tell till they get the towel on your head."
"Mum, I"m not going to Color Me Beautiful," I hissed, desperately.
"Bridget, I"m not listening to any more of this. Auntie Una was just saying the other day: if you"d had something a bit more bright and cheerful on at the turkey curry buffet Mark Darcy might have shown a bit more interest. n.o.body wants a girlfriend who wanders round looking like someone from Auschwitz, darling." Thought better of boasting to her about having a boyfriend despite being dressed from head to toe in slurry but prospect of Daniel and self becoming hot topic for discussion precipitating relentless stream of feedback folk-wisdom from Mum dissuaded me. Eventually got her to shut up about Color Me Beautiful by telling her I would think about it.
Tuesday 17 May
9st 2 (hooray!), cigarettes 7 (v.g.), alcohol units 6 (so v.g - v. pure).
Daniel is still being gorgeous. How could everyone have been so wrong about him? Head is full of moony fantasies about living in flats with him and running along beaches together with tiny offspring in manner of Calvin Klein advert, being trendy Smug Married instead of sheepish Singleton. Just off to meet Magda.
11 p.m. Hmmm. Thought-provoking supper with Magda, who is v. depressed about Jeremy. The night of the burglar alarm and screaming row in my street was a result of a remark from Sloaney Woney, who claimed she had seen Jeremy with a girl at the Harbour Club who sounded suspiciously like the witch I saw him with all those weeks ago. After that, Magda asked me at point blank range if I"d heard or seen anything so I told her about the witch in the Whistles suit. Hmmm. Thought-provoking supper with Magda, who is v. depressed about Jeremy. The night of the burglar alarm and screaming row in my street was a result of a remark from Sloaney Woney, who claimed she had seen Jeremy with a girl at the Harbour Club who sounded suspiciously like the witch I saw him with all those weeks ago. After that, Magda asked me at point blank range if I"d heard or seen anything so I told her about the witch in the Whistles suit.
Turned out Jeremy admitted there"d been a flirtation and he"d been very attracted to this girl. They hadn"t slept together, he alleged. But Magda was really fed up.
"You should make the most of being single while it lasts, Bridge," she said. "Once you"ve got kids and you"ve given up your job you"re in an incredibly vulnerable position. I know Jeremy thinks my life is just one big holiday, but basically it"s extremely hard work looking after a toddler and a baby all day, and it doesn"t stop. When Jeremy comes home at the end of the day he wants to put his feet up and be nurtured and, as I imagine all the time now, fantasize about girls in leotards at the Harbour Club.
"I had a proper job before. I know for a fact it"s much more fan going out to work, getting all dressed up, flirting in the office and having nice lunches than going to the b.l.o.o.d.y supermarket and picking Harry up from playgroup. But there"s always this aggrieved air that I"m some sort of ghastly Harvey Nichols-obsessed lady who lunches while he earns all the money."
She"s so beautiful, Magda. I watched her toying with her champagne gla.s.s despondently and wondered what the answer is for we girls. Talk about gra.s.s is always b.l.o.o.d.y greener. The number of times I"ve slumped, depressed, thinking how useless I am and that I spend every Sat.u.r.day night getting blind drunk and moaning to Jude and Shazzer or Tom about not having a boyfriend; I struggle to make ends meet and am ridiculed as an unmarried freak, whereas Magda lives in a big house with eight different kinds of pasta in jars, and gets to go shopping all day. And yet here she is so beaten, miserable and unconfident and telling me I"m lucky . . .
"Ooh, by the way, she said, brightening, talking of Harvey Nicks,I got the most wonderful Joseph shift dress in there today - red, two b.u.t.tons at one side at the neck, very nicely cut, 280. G.o.d, I so much wish I was like you, Bridge, and could just have an affair. Or have bubble bath, for two hours on Sunday morning. Or stay out all night with no questions asked. Don"t suppose you fancy coming shopping tomorrow morning, do you?"
"Er. Well, I"ve got to go to work," I said.
"Oh," said Magda, looking momentarily surprised. You know," she went on, toying with her champagne, "Once you get the feeling that there"s a woman your husband prefers to you, it becomes rather miserable being at home, imagining all the versions of that type of woman he might run into out in the world. You do feel rather powerless."
I thought about my Mum. "You could seize power," I said, "in a bloodless coup. Go back to work. Take a lover. Bring Jeremy up short."
"Not with two children under three," she said resignedly.
"I think I"ve made my bed, I"ll just have to lie in it now."
Oh G.o.d. As Tom never tires of telling me, in a sepulchral voice, laying his hand on my arm and staring into my eyes with an alarming look, "Only Women Bleed."
Friday 19 May
8st 12 1/2(have lost 3lb 8oz literally overnight - must have eatenfood which uses up more calories to eat it than it gives off e.g. v. chewy Lettuce), alcohol units 4 (modest), cigarettes 21 (bad), (modest), cigarettes 21 (bad), Instants 4 (not v.g.). Instants 4 (not v.g.).
4.30 p.m. Just when Perpetua was breathing down my neck so she didn"t end up late for her weekend in Gloucestershire at the Trehearnes" the phone rang. Just when Perpetua was breathing down my neck so she didn"t end up late for her weekend in Gloucestershire at the Trehearnes" the phone rang.
"h.e.l.lo, darling!" My mother. "Guess what? I"ve got the most marvellous opportunity for you."
"What?" I muttered sulkily.
"You"re going to be on television," she gushed as I crashed my head on to the desk.
"I"m coming round with the crew at ten o"clock tomorrow. Oh, darling, aren"t you thrilled thrilled?"
"Mother. If you"re coming round to my flatwith a television crew, I won"t be in it."
"Oh, but you must," she said icily.
"No," I said. But then vanity began to get the better of me. "Why, anyway? What?"
"Oh, darling," she cooed. "They"re wanting someone younger younger for me to interview on "Suddenly Single": someone pre-menopausal and Suddenly Single who can talk about, well, you know, darling, the pressures of impending childlessness, and so on." for me to interview on "Suddenly Single": someone pre-menopausal and Suddenly Single who can talk about, well, you know, darling, the pressures of impending childlessness, and so on."
"I"m not not pre-menopausal, Mother!" I exploded. "And I"m not Suddenly Single either. I"m suddenly part of a couple." pre-menopausal, Mother!" I exploded. "And I"m not Suddenly Single either. I"m suddenly part of a couple."
"Oh, don"t be silly, darling," she hissed. I could hear office noises in the background.
"I"ve got a boyfriend."
"Never you mind, I said, suddenly glancing over my shoulder at Perpetua, who was smirking.
"Oh, please, darling. I"ve told them I"ve found someone.
"No."
"Oh, pleeeeeease. I"ve never had a career all my life and now I"m in the autumn of my days and I need something for myself," she gabbled, as if reading from a cue card.
"Someone I know might see. Anyway, won"t they notice I"m your daughter?"
There was a pause. I could hear her talking to someone in the background. Then she came back and said, "We could blot out your face."
"What? Put a bag over it?" Thanks a lot.
"Silhouette, darling, silhouette. Oh, please, Bridget. Remember, I gave you the gift of life. Where would you be without me? Nowhere. Nothing. A dead egg. A piece of s.p.a.ce, darling."
The thing is I"ve always, secretly, rather fancied being on television.