Don't Say 'what,' Say 'pardon,'

Of Course The Chronology Of The Books Is A Bit Back- To - Front, And Books Usually Come Out Before Movies. But Happily, These [bridget Jones's] Are Fictional Comedy Diaries - Not A History Of The Battle Of Waterloo.

It Seems Wrong And Unfair That Christmas, With Its Stressful And Unmanageable Financial And Emotional Challenges, Should First Be Forced Upon One Wholly Against One's Will, Then Rudely Snatched Away Just When One Is Starting To Get Into It. Was Really Beginning To Enjoy The Feeling That Normal Service Was Suspended And It Was Ok To Lie In Bed As Long As You Want, Put Anything You Fancy Into Your Mouth, And Drink Alcohol Whenever It Should Chance To Pass Your Way, Even In The Mornings. Now Suddenly We Are All Supposed To Snap Into Self-discipline Like Lean Teenage Greyhounds.

Valentine's Day Purely Commercial, Cynical Enterprise, Anyway. Matter Of Supreme Indifference To Me.

Oh, God, I'm So Lonely. An Entire Weekend Streching Ahead With No One To Love Or Have Fun With. Anyway, I Don't Care. I've Got A Lovely Steamed Ginger Pudding From M&s To Put In The Microwave.

Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why Does Nothing Ever Work Out?