9st 4, alcohol units 12, cigarettes 38, calories 2976, friends and loved ones who care about self this festive tide 0.
6 p.m. So glad decided to be festive Home Alone Singleton like Princess Diana. So glad decided to be festive Home Alone Singleton like Princess Diana.
6:05 p.m. Wonder where everybody is? I suppose they are all with their boyfriends or have gone home to their families. Anyway, chance to get things done . . . or they have families of own. Babies. Tiny fluffy children in pajamas with pink cheeks looking at the Christmas tree excitedly. Or maybe they are all at a big party except me. Anyway. Lots to do. Wonder where everybody is? I suppose they are all with their boyfriends or have gone home to their families. Anyway, chance to get things done . . . or they have families of own. Babies. Tiny fluffy children in pajamas with pink cheeks looking at the Christmas tree excitedly. Or maybe they are all at a big party except me. Anyway. Lots to do.
6:15 p.m. Anyway. Only an hour till Anyway. Only an hour till Blind Dat Blind Date.
6:45 p.m. Oh G.o.d, I"m so lonel Oh G.o.d, I"m so lonely. Even Jude has forgotten about me. She has been ringing all week panicking about what to buy Vile Richard. Mustn"t be too expensive: suggests getting too serious or an attempt to emasculate him (vg idea if ask self); nor anything to wear as taste-gaffe minefield and might remind Vile Richard of last girlfriend Vile Jilly (whom he does not want to get back with but pretends still to love in order to avoid having to be in love with Jude - creep). Latest idea was whisky but combined with other small gift so as not to seem cheapskate or anonymous-possibly combined with tangerines and chocolate coins, depending on whether Jude decided Christmas Stocking conceit over-cute to point of nausea or terrifyingly smart in its Post-Modernity.
7 p.m. Emergency: Jude on phone in tears. Is coming round. Vile Richard has gone back to Vile July. Jude blames gift. Thank G.o.d stayed home. Am clearly Emissary of Baby Jesus here to help those persecuted at Christmas by Herod-Wannabees, e.g. Vile Richard. Jude will be here at 7:30. Emergency: Jude on phone in tears. Is coming round. Vile Richard has gone back to Vile July. Jude blames gift. Thank G.o.d stayed home. Am clearly Emissary of Baby Jesus here to help those persecuted at Christmas by Herod-Wannabees, e.g. Vile Richard. Jude will be here at 7:30.
7:15 p.m. d.a.m.n. Missed start of d.a.m.n. Missed start of Blind Date Blind Date as Tom rang and is coming round. Jerome, having taken him back, has chucked him again and gone back with former boyfriend who is member of chorus in as Tom rang and is coming round. Jerome, having taken him back, has chucked him again and gone back with former boyfriend who is member of chorus in Cat Cats.
7:17 p.m. Simon is coming round. His girlfriend has gone back to her husband. Thank G.o.d stayed at home to receive chucked friends in manner of Queen of Hearts or Soup Kitchen. But that"s just the kind of person I am: liking to love others. Simon is coming round. His girlfriend has gone back to her husband. Thank G.o.d stayed at home to receive chucked friends in manner of Queen of Hearts or Soup Kitchen. But that"s just the kind of person I am: liking to love others.
8 p.m. Hurrah! A magic-of-Christmas miracle. Daniel just called "Jonesh" he slurred. "I love you, Jonesh. I made tebble mishtake. Stupid Suki made of plastic. Breast point north at all times. I love you, Jonesh. I comin" round to check how your skirts is." Daniel. Gorgeous, messy, s.e.xy, exciting, hilarious Daniel. Hurrah! A magic-of-Christmas miracle. Daniel just called "Jonesh" he slurred. "I love you, Jonesh. I made tebble mishtake. Stupid Suki made of plastic. Breast point north at all times. I love you, Jonesh. I comin" round to check how your skirts is." Daniel. Gorgeous, messy, s.e.xy, exciting, hilarious Daniel.
Midnight. Humph. None of them turned up. Vile Richard changed his mind and came back to Jude, as did Jerome, and Simon"s girlfriend. It was just over-emotional Spirit-of-Christmas Past making everyone wobbly about ex-partners. And Daniel! He rang up at 10 o"clock. "Listen, Bridge. You know I always watch the match on Sat.u.r.day nights? Shall I come round tomorrow before the football?" Exciting? Wild? Hilarious? Huh. Humph. None of them turned up. Vile Richard changed his mind and came back to Jude, as did Jerome, and Simon"s girlfriend. It was just over-emotional Spirit-of-Christmas Past making everyone wobbly about ex-partners. And Daniel! He rang up at 10 o"clock. "Listen, Bridge. You know I always watch the match on Sat.u.r.day nights? Shall I come round tomorrow before the football?" Exciting? Wild? Hilarious? Huh.
1 a.m. Totally alone. Entire year has been failure. Totally alone. Entire year has been failure.
5 a.m. Oh, never b.l.o.o.d.y mind. Maybe Christmas itself will not be awful. Maybe Mum and Dad will emerge radiantly s.h.a.g-drunk in the morning, holding hands shyly and saying, "Children, we"ve got something to tell you," and I could be a bridesmaid at the reaffirming of vows ceremony. Oh, never b.l.o.o.d.y mind. Maybe Christmas itself will not be awful. Maybe Mum and Dad will emerge radiantly s.h.a.g-drunk in the morning, holding hands shyly and saying, "Children, we"ve got something to tell you," and I could be a bridesmaid at the reaffirming of vows ceremony.
Sunday 24 December
9st 4., alcohol units I measly gla.s.s of sherry, cigarettes 2 but no fun as out of window, calories 1 million, probably, number of warm festive thoughts 0.
Midnight. V. confused about what is and is not reality. There is a pillowcase at the bottom of my bed which Mum put there at bedtime, cooing, "Let"s see if Santa comes," which is now full of presents. Mum and Dad, who are separated and planning to divorce, are sleeping in the same bed. In sharp contrast, my brother and his girlfriend, who have been living together for four years, are sleeping in separate rooms. The reason for all this is unclear, except that it may be to avoid upsetting Granny who is a) insane and b) not here yet. The only thing that connects me to the real world is that once again I am humiliatingly spending Christmas Eve alone in my parents" house in a single bed. Maybe Dad is at this moment attempting to mount Mum. Ugh, ugh. No, no. Why did brain think such thought? V. confused about what is and is not reality. There is a pillowcase at the bottom of my bed which Mum put there at bedtime, cooing, "Let"s see if Santa comes," which is now full of presents. Mum and Dad, who are separated and planning to divorce, are sleeping in the same bed. In sharp contrast, my brother and his girlfriend, who have been living together for four years, are sleeping in separate rooms. The reason for all this is unclear, except that it may be to avoid upsetting Granny who is a) insane and b) not here yet. The only thing that connects me to the real world is that once again I am humiliatingly spending Christmas Eve alone in my parents" house in a single bed. Maybe Dad is at this moment attempting to mount Mum. Ugh, ugh. No, no. Why did brain think such thought?
Monday 25 December
9st 5. (oh G.o.d, have turned into Santa Claus, Christmas pudding or similar), alcohol units 2 (total triumph),.cigarettes 3 (ditto), calories 2657 (almost entirely gravy), totally insane Christmas gifts 12, number of Christmas gifts with any point to them whatsoever 0, philosophical reflections on the meaning of the Virgin Birth 0, number of years since self was Virgin, hmmm.
Staggered downstairs hoping hair did not smell of f.a.gs to find Mum and Una exchanging political views while putting crosses in the end of sprouts.
"Oh yes, I think what"s-his-name is very very good." good."
"Well, he is, I mean, he got through his what-do-you-mer-call-it clause that n.o.body thought he would, didn"t he?"
"Ah, but then, you see, you"ve got to watch it because we could easily end up with a nutcase like what-do-you-mer-call-him that used to be a communist. Do you know? The problem I find with smoked salmon is that it repeats on me, especially when I"ve had a lot of chocolate brazils. Oh, h.e.l.lo, darling," said Mum, noticing me. "Now, what are you going to put on for Christmas Day?"
"This," I muttered sulkily.
"Oh, don"t be silly, Bridget, you can"t wear that on Christmas Da Christmas Day. Now, are you going to come into the lounge and say h.e.l.lo to Auntie Una and Uncle Geoffrey before you change?" she said in the special bright, breathy isn"t-everything-super? voice that means, "Do what I say or I"ll Magimix your face."
"So, come on, then, Bridget! How"s yer love life!" quipped Geoffrey, giving me one of his special hugs, then going all pink and adjusting his slacks.
"Fine."
"So you still haven"t got a chap. Durr! What are we going to do with you!"
"Is that a chocolate biscuit?" said Granny, looking straight at me.
"Stand up straight, darling," hissed Mum.
Dear G.o.d, please help me. I want go home. I want my own life again. I don"t feel like an adult, I feel like a teenage boy who everyone"s annoyed with.
"So what are are you going to do about babies, Bridget?" said Una. you going to do about babies, Bridget?" said Una.
"Oh look, a p.e.n.i.s," said Granny, holding up a giant tube of Smarties.
"Just going to change!" I said, smiling smarmily at Mum, rushed up to the bedroom, opened the window and lit up a Silk Cut. Then I noticed Jamie"s head sticking out of window one floor below, also having f.a.g. Two minutes later the bathroom window opened and an auburn-coiffed head stuck out and lit up. It was b.l.o.o.d.y Mum.
12:30 p.m. Gift exchange was nightmare. Always overcompensate for bad presents, yelping with delight, which means I get more and more horrid gifts each year. Thus Becca - who, when I worked in publishing, gave me a worsening series of book-shaped clothes-brushes, shoehorns and hair ornaments - this year gave me a clapperboard fridge magnet. Una, for whom no household task must remain ungadgeted, gave me a series of mini-spanners to fit different jar or bottle lids in the kitchen. While my mum, who gives me presents to try and make my life more like hers, gave me a slo-cooker for one person: "All you have to do is brown the meat before you go to work and stick a bit of veg in." (Has she any idea how hard it is some mornings to make a gla.s.s of water without vomiting?) Gift exchange was nightmare. Always overcompensate for bad presents, yelping with delight, which means I get more and more horrid gifts each year. Thus Becca - who, when I worked in publishing, gave me a worsening series of book-shaped clothes-brushes, shoehorns and hair ornaments - this year gave me a clapperboard fridge magnet. Una, for whom no household task must remain ungadgeted, gave me a series of mini-spanners to fit different jar or bottle lids in the kitchen. While my mum, who gives me presents to try and make my life more like hers, gave me a slo-cooker for one person: "All you have to do is brown the meat before you go to work and stick a bit of veg in." (Has she any idea how hard it is some mornings to make a gla.s.s of water without vomiting?) "Oh look. It isn"t a p.e.n.i.s, it"s a biscuit," said Granny.
"I think this gravy"s going to need sieving, Pam," called Una, coming out of the kitchen holding a pan.
Oh no. Not this. Please not this.
"I don"t think it will, dear," Mum said already spitting murderously through clenched teeth. "Have you tried stirring it?"
"Don"t patronize me, Pam," said Una, smiling dangerously. They circled each other like fighters. This happens every year with the gravy. Mercifully there was a distraction: a great crash and scream as a figure burst through the French windows. Julio.
Everyone froze, and Una let out a scream.
He was unshaven and clutching a bottle of sherry. He stumbled over to Dad and drew himself up to his full height.
"You sleep with my woman."
"Ah," replied Dad. "Merry Christmas, er . . . Can I get you a sherry - ah, got one already. Jolly good. Mince pie?"
"You sleep," said Julio dangerously, "with my woman."
"Oh, he"s so Latin, hahaha," said Mum coquettishly while everyone else stared in horror. Every time I"ve met Julio he has been clean and coiffed beyond all sense and carrying a gentleman"s handbag. Now he was wild, drunk, unkempt and, frankly, just the type I fill for. No wonder Mum seemed more aroused than embarra.s.sed.
"Julio, you naughty person," she cooed. Oh G.o.d. She was still in love with him.
"You sleep," said Julio, "with him." He spat on the Chinese carpet and bounded upstairs, pursued by Mum, who trilled back at us, "Could you carve, Daddy, please, and get everyone sitting down?"
n.o.body moved.
"OK, everybody," said Dad, in a tense, serious, manly sort of voice. "There is a dangerous criminal upstairs using Pam as a hostage."
"Oh, she didn"t seem to mind, if you ask me," piped up Granny in a rare and most untimely moment of clarity. "Oh look, there"s a biscuit in the dahlias."
I looked out of the window and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was Mark Darcy slipping, lithe as a whippersnapper, across the lawn and in through the French windows. He was sweating, dirty, his hair was unkempt, his shirt unb.u.t.toned. Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"Everyone keep completely still and quiet, as if everything is normal," he said softly. We were all so stunned, and he so thrillingly authoritative, that we started doing as he said as if hypnotized zombies.
"Mark," I whispered as I walked past him with the gravy. "What are you saying? There is no normal."
"I"m not sure whether Julio"s violent. The police are outside. If we can get your mum to come downstairs and leave him up there they can go in and get him."
"OK. Leave it to me," I said, and walked to the bottom of the stairs.
"Mum!" I yelled. "I can"t find any savory doilies."
Everyone held their breath. There was no response.
"Try again," whispered Mark, looking at me admiringly.
"Get Una to take the gravy back into the kitchen," I hissed. He did what I said, then gave me a thumbs-up. I gave him a thumbs-up back and cleared my throat.
"Mum?" I shouted up the stairs again. "Do you know where the sieve is? Una"s a bit worried about the gravy."
Ten seconds later there was a pounding down the stairs and Mum burst in, looking flushed.
"The savory doilies are in the savory doily holder on the wall, you silly w.i.l.l.y. Now. What"s Una done with this gravy. Durr! We"re going to have to use the Magimix!"
Even as she spoke there were footsteps running up the stairs and a scuffle broke out above us.
"Julio!" shrieked Mum and started to run for the door.
The detective I recognized from the police station was standing in the living room doorway. "All right, everyone, keep calm. It"s all under control," he said.
Mum let out a scream as Julio, handcuffed to a young policeman, appeared in the hallway and was bundled out of the front door behind the detective.
I watched her as she collected herself and looked round the room, appraising the situation.
"Well, thank goodness I managed to calm Julio down," she said gaily after a pause. "What a to do! Are you all right, Daddy?"