Huh
Sunday 2 July
8st 10 (continuing good work), alcohol units 0, cigarettes 0, calories 995, Instants 0: perfect.
7.45 a.m. Mum just rang. "Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling, guess what?" Mum just rang. "Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling, guess what?"
"I"ll just take the phone in the other room. Hang on," I said, glancing over nervously at Daniel, unplugging the phone, creeping next door and plugging it in again only to find my mother had not noticed my absence for the last two and a half minutes and was still talking.
" . . . So what do you think, darling?"
"Um, I don"t know. I was bringing the phone into the other room like I said," I said.
"Ah. So you didn"t hear anything?"
"No." There was a slight pause.
"Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling, guess what?" Sometimes I think my mother is part of the modern world and sometimes she seems a million miles away. Like when she leaves messages on my answerphone which just say, very loudly and clearly, "Bridget Jones"s mother."
h.e.l.lo? Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling, guess what?" she said, again.
"What?" I said resignedly.
"Una and Geoffrey are having a Tarts and Vicars party in the garden on the twenty-ninth of July. Don"t you thin that"s fun! Tarts and Vicars! Imagine!"
I tried hard not to, fighting off a vision of Una Alconbury in thigh boots, fishnet nights and a peephole bra. For sixty-year-olds to organize such an event seemed unnatural and wrong.
"Anyway, we thought it would be super if you and" - coy, loaded pause - "Daniel, could come. We"re all dying to meet him."
My heart sank at the thought of my relationship with Daniel being dissected in dose and intimate detail amongst the Lifeboat luncheons of Northamptonshire.
"I don"t think it"s really Daniel"s - " Just as I said that the chair I had, for some reason, been balancing on with my knees while I leaned over the table fell over with a crash.
When I retrieved the phone my mother was still talking.
"Yes, super. Mark Darcy"s going to be there, apparently, with someone, so . . . "
"What"s going on?" Daniel was standing stark naked in the doorway. "Who are you talking to?"
"My mother," I said, desperately, out of the corner of my mouth.
"Give it to me," he said, taking the phone. I like it when he is authoritative without being cross like this.
"Mrs Jones," he said, in his most charming voice. It"s Daniel here."
I could practically hear her going all fluttery.
"This is very bright and early on a Sunday morning for a phone call. Yes, it is an absolutely beautiful day. What can we do for you?"
He looked at me while she chattered for a few seconds then turned back to the receiver.
"Well, that"ll be lovely. I shall put that in the diary for the twenty-ninth and look out my dog collar. Now, we"d better get back and catch up on our sleep. You take care of yourself, now. Cheerio. Yes. Cheerio," he said firmly, and put the phone down.
"You see," he said smugly, "a firm hand, that"s all it needs."
Sat.u.r.day 22 July
8st 11 (hmm must get 1lb off), alcohol units 2, cigarettes 7, calories 1562.
Actually I am really excited about Daniel coming to the Tarts and Vicars party with me next Sat.u.r.day. It will be so lovely for once not to have to drive up on my own, arrive on my own and face all that barrage of inquisition about why I haven"t got a boyfriend. It will be a gorgeous hot day. Maybe we could even make a mini-break of it and stay in a pub (or other hotel without televisions in the bedroom). I"m really looking forward to Daniel meeting my dad. I hope he likes him.
2 a.m. Woke up in floods of tears from, a hideous dream I keep having where I"m sitting A-level French and realize as I turn over the paper that I have forgotten to do any revision and I"m wearing nothing except my Domestic Science ap.r.o.n, trying desperately to pull it round me so Miss Chignall won"t see that I"m wearing no pants. I expected Daniel to at least be sympathetic. I know-it"s all to do with my worries about where my career is leading me but he just lit himself a cigarette and asked me to run over the bit about the Domestic Science ap.r.o.n again. Woke up in floods of tears from, a hideous dream I keep having where I"m sitting A-level French and realize as I turn over the paper that I have forgotten to do any revision and I"m wearing nothing except my Domestic Science ap.r.o.n, trying desperately to pull it round me so Miss Chignall won"t see that I"m wearing no pants. I expected Daniel to at least be sympathetic. I know-it"s all to do with my worries about where my career is leading me but he just lit himself a cigarette and asked me to run over the bit about the Domestic Science ap.r.o.n again.
"It"s all right for you with your b.l.o.o.d.y Cambridge First." I whispered, sniffing. "I"ll never forget the moment when I looked at the notice board and saw a D next to French and knew I couldn"t go to Manchester. It altered the course of my whole life."
"You should thank your lucky stars, Bridge," he said, lying on his back and blowing smoke at the ceiling. "You"d probably have married some crashing Geoffrey Boycott character and spent the rest of your life cleaning out the whippet cage. Anyway . . . " he started laughing, " . . . there"s nothing wrong with a degree from . . . from . . . " (he was so amused now he could hardly speak) " . . . Bangor."
"Right, that"s it. I"m sleeping on the sofa," I yelled, jumping out of bed.
"Hey, don"t be like that, Bridge," he said, pulling me back. "You know I think you"re a . . . an intellectual giant. You just need to learn how to interpret dreams."
"What"s the dream telling me, then?" I said sulkily. "That I haven"t fulfilled my potential inteflectually?"
"Not exactly."
"What, then?"
"Well, I think the pantless ap.r.o.n is a pretty obvious symbol, isn"t it?"
"What?"
"It means that the vain pursuit of an intellectual life is getting in the way of your true purpose."
"Which is what?"
"Well, to cook all my meals for me, of course, darling," he said, beside himself at his own amusingness again. "And walk around my flat with no pants on."
Friday 28 July
8st 12 (must do diet before tomorrow), alcohol units I (v.g.), cigarettes 8, calories 345.
Mmmm. Daniel was really sweet tonight and spent ages helping me choose my outfit for the Tarts and Vicars. He kept suggesting different ensembles for me to try on while he weighed it up. He was quite keen on a dog collar and black T-shirt with black lace-topped hold-ups as a cross between a tart and a vicar but in the end, after I"d walked about for quite a while in both of them, he decided the best one was a black lacy Marks and Spencer body, with stockings and suspenders, a French maid"s-style ap.r.o.n which we"d made out of two hankies and a piece of ribbon, a bow-tie, and a cotton-wool rabbit"s tail. It was really good of him to give up the time. Sometimes I think he really is quite caring. He seemed particularly keen on s.e.x tonight as well.
Ooh, I am so looking forward to tomorrow.
Sat.u.r.day 29 July
8st 11 9v.g.), alcohol units 7, cigarettes 8, calories 6245 (sodding Una Alconbury, Mark Darcy, Daniel, Mum, everybody).
2 p.m. Cannot believe what has happened. By 1 p.m. Daniel had still not woken up and I was starting to worry because the party starts at 2.30. Eventually I woke him with a cup of coffee and said, "I thought you needed to wake up because we"re supposed to be there at two-thirty." Cannot believe what has happened. By 1 p.m. Daniel had still not woken up and I was starting to worry because the party starts at 2.30. Eventually I woke him with a cup of coffee and said, "I thought you needed to wake up because we"re supposed to be there at two-thirty."
"Where?" he said.
"The Tarts and Vicars.
"Oh G.o.d, love. Listen, I"ve just realized, I"ve got so-much work to do this weekend. I"m really going to have to stay at home and get down to it."
I couldn"t believe it. He promised promised to come. Everyone knows when you are going out with someone they are supposed to support you at hideous family occasions, and he thinks if he so much as mentions the word "work" he can get out of anything. Now all the Alconburys" friends will spend the entire time asking me if I"ve got a boyfriend yet and no one will believe me. to come. Everyone knows when you are going out with someone they are supposed to support you at hideous family occasions, and he thinks if he so much as mentions the word "work" he can get out of anything. Now all the Alconburys" friends will spend the entire time asking me if I"ve got a boyfriend yet and no one will believe me.
10 p.m. Cannot believe what I have been through. I drove for two hours, parked at the front of the Alconburys" and, hoping I looked OK in the bunny girl outfit, walked round the side to the garden where I could hear voices raised in merriment. As I started to cross the lawn they all went quiet, and I realized to my horror that instead of Tarts and Vicars, the ladies were in Country Casuals-style calf-length floral two-pieces and the men were in slacks and V-necked sweaters. I stood there, frozen, like, well, a rabbit. Then while everyone stared, Una Alconbury came flapping across the lawn in pleated fuchsia holding out a plastic tumbler full of bits of apple and leaves. Cannot believe what I have been through. I drove for two hours, parked at the front of the Alconburys" and, hoping I looked OK in the bunny girl outfit, walked round the side to the garden where I could hear voices raised in merriment. As I started to cross the lawn they all went quiet, and I realized to my horror that instead of Tarts and Vicars, the ladies were in Country Casuals-style calf-length floral two-pieces and the men were in slacks and V-necked sweaters. I stood there, frozen, like, well, a rabbit. Then while everyone stared, Una Alconbury came flapping across the lawn in pleated fuchsia holding out a plastic tumbler full of bits of apple and leaves.
"Bridget!! Super to see you. Have a Pimms." she said.
"I thought it was supposed to be a Tarts and Vicars party," I hissed.
"Oh dear, didn"t Geoff call you?" she said. I couldn"t believe this. I mean, did she think I dressed as a bunny girl normally or something? "Geoff," she said. "Didn"t you telephone Bridget? We"re all looking forward to meeting your new boyfriend," she sajd, looking around. "Where is he?"
"He had to work," I muttered.
"How"s-my-little-Bridget?" said Uncle Geoffrey, lurching over, p.i.s.sed.
"Geoffrey," said Una coldly.
"Yup, Yup. All present and correct, orders obeyed, Lieutenant," he said, saluting, then collapsing on to her shoulder giggling. "But it was one of those ruddy answerphone thingummajigs."
"Geoffrey," hissed Una. "Go-and-see-to-the-barbecue. I"m sorry, darling, you see we decided after all the scandals there"ve been with vicars around here there"d be no point having a Tarts and Vicars party because . . . " she started to laugh, " . . . because everyone thought vicars were were tarts anyway. Oh dear," she said, wiping her eyes. "Anyway, how"s this new chap, then? What"s he doing working on a Sat.u.r.day? Durrr! That"s not a very good excuse, is it? How are we going to get you married off at this rate?" tarts anyway. Oh dear," she said, wiping her eyes. "Anyway, how"s this new chap, then? What"s he doing working on a Sat.u.r.day? Durrr! That"s not a very good excuse, is it? How are we going to get you married off at this rate?"
"At this rate I"m going to end up as a call girl," I muttered, trying to unpin the bunny tail from my bottom.
I could feel someone"s eyes on me and looked up to see Mark Darcy staring fixedly at the bunny tail. Beside him was the tall thin glamorous top family-law barrister clad in a demure lilac dress and coat like Jackie O. with sungla.s.ses on her head.
The smug witch smirked at Mark and blatantly looked me up and down in a most impolite manner. "Have you come from another party?" she breathed.
"Actually, I"m just on my way to work," I said, at which Mark Darcy half smiled and looked away.
"h.e.l.lo, darling, can"t stop. Shooting." trilled my mother, hurrying towards us in a bright turquoise pleated shirtwaister, waving a clapper board. "What on earth do you think you"re wearing darling? You look like a common prost.i.tute. Absolute quiet, please, everyone, aaaaand . . . " she yelled in the direction of Julio, who was brandishing a video camera, "action!"
In alarm I quickly looked round for Dad but couldn"t see him anywhere. I saw Mark Darcy talking to Una and gesturing in my direction then Una, looking purposeful, hurried across to me.
"Bridget, I am so sorry so sorry about the mix-up over the fancy dress," she said. "Mark was just saying you must feel dreadfully uncomfortable with all these older chaps around. Would you like to borrow something?" about the mix-up over the fancy dress," she said. "Mark was just saying you must feel dreadfully uncomfortable with all these older chaps around. Would you like to borrow something?"
I spent the rest of the party wearing, over my suspender outfit, a puff-sleeved, floral-sprig Laura Ashley bridesmaid dress of Janine"s with Mark Darcy"s Natasha smirking and my mother periodically rushing past going, "That"s a pretty dress, darling. Cut!"
"I don"t think much of the girlfriend, do you? said Una Alconbury loudly, nodding in Natasha"s direction as soon as she got me alone. "Very much the Little Madam. Elaine thinks she"s desperate to get her feet under the table. Oh, h.e.l.lo, Mark! Another gla.s.s of Pimms? What a shame Bridget couldn"t bring her boyfriend. He"s a lucky chap, isn"t he?" All this was said very aggressively as if Una was taking as a personal insult the fact that Mark had chosen a girlfriend who was a) not me and b) had not been introduced to him by Una at a turkey curry buffet. "What"s his name, Bridget? Daniel, is it? Pam says he"s one of these sooper-dooper young publishers.
"Daniel Cleaver?" said Mark Darcy.
"Yes, it is, actually," I said, jutting my chin out.
"Is he a friend of yours, Mark?" said Una.
"Absolutely not," he said, abruptly.
"Oooh. I hope he"s good enough for our little Bridget," Una pressed on, winking at me as if this was all hilarious fun instead of hideous.
"I think I could say again, with total confidence, absolutely not," said Mark.
"Oh, hang on a tick, there"s Audrey. Audreyl" said Una, not listening, and tripping off, thank G.o.d.
"I suppose you think that"s clever," I said furiously, when she"d gone.
"What?" said Mark, looking surprised.