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Chapter 2 – fair wind

Saturday 7 February

Weight mercifully scale has broken down, calories 3000 (all from chocolate bars and wine) cigarettes 17 (but it's only morning) alcohol units 2

14:47. Morning consisted in me lying in front of telly watching some soap opera. During witch I ate tons of chocolate and drank modest amount of wine. My hair is not from this world and I haven't got the energy to do something about it. But it's only natural to wallow when boyfriend leaves me for some Barbie. Crap, the phone rings…too far away….I let the machine get it.

Pip! "Hi, love." It was Marc. Why was he calling?

"I'm guessing you're in the shower or something so I'll just let myself in."

Sounds of key twisting the door open. Sweet Jesus! Maybe he hadn't broken up with me yet. He would though if he saw me now. I sneaked away to the bathroom and silently closed the door at the same time as he got into the apartment.

Sunday 8 February

Wonderful, wonderful Marc. He wasn't gonna dump me. When I had gotten out of the shower I asked him what was going on, and he made me realise what a big idiot I've been. He then took me to dinner at some fancy restaurant and we had great make-up sex (if you can call it make-up when I was the troublemaker and Marc didn't even know about it). Correction; Men aren't asses. However they do have one and it's pretty damn cute!

Monday 9 February

weight not to much to fit into new dress, calories 1876, cigarettes 3, alcohol units 1 (had to celebrate new dress) bridegroom 1 (and he's perfect)

07:05. Woke up this morning to find bed empty and note on cushion. I can't wait to marry you was perfectly written on it. Naaw. Okay, have to get ready for work.

18:45. Met mum after dinner at new bridal shop. After complaining about my hair she introduced me to shop assistant with words;

"This is my daughter. Do you have any dresses in her…ehm…size?" I've always wondered why I have such a total lack of self confidence…

Great. I was wearing a meringue. It had pink ribbons and lilac bows. I knew I shouldn't have brought mum.

"You look just lovely, doesn't she?" Mum turned to the assistant.

"Those are so your colours." She said, trying to sound as if she actually meant it. I failed in my attempt of smiling back to her false I-really-just-want-to-sell-something-you-look-awful glare.

"Maybe you have something less…big?"

"But that dress is so cute. Why do you have to be so difficult?" Mum said annoyed. But this time I wouldn't give in. I mean – how many times do you get married, (if you're not Elizabeth Taylor or Scarlett O'Hara?)

"I don't want to look cute. I want to look beautiful and gracious." At the last word the assistant looked at me as if I was crazy. Maybe I was, but I refused to wear this. The wedding would have to wait until I had the perfect dress.

"If you don't have anything else I guess we'll just have to go somewhere else." I stepped of the little podium in front of the mirror. This was a new side of me I didn't recognise. But I liked it!

"We can always look at these ones. They're reduced because they're last season." With a sigh she drew apart a curtain which concealed about a dozen dresses. Hah!

Okay, my new dress is not like the old, but it's reduced in price and I won't have to look like a cream cake. Plus – I can zip it standing up. Small step for man kind, big step for Bridget.

Friday 13 February

Weight well I haven't got the scale fixed yet, I'm not stupid. Calories 1402 (v.g) cigarettes 5, alcohol units 0 (so far but I'm going out tonight)

Finally night out with friends so that I can tell them how wonderful Marc is, and that my life is going the right direction once and for all. Okay for now then. It's a shame Jude has to be so miserably now, then I can't brag about boyfriend as much as I would like to. I always get depressed when they are and I don't feel like that now. When I am down in the dumps then they are welcome to come and wallow with me. But no, they always pick the worst times. Oh, and also it is sad because she's my friend and I want her to be happy and have a nice life. I do care… really.

03:38. wonderulf evning… love evjyvone

Saturday 14 February

weight still don't know (hoping for about 58, feel like 108) calories 2046, cigarettes 3 (v.g) alcohol units 2 (it is valentines day after all!)

I think someone put my head in a vice last night. Feeling pretty nauseous right now, have to get better before Marc comes here. I'll take a shower.

How sweet it is to stand under the flowing water and just let it wash away all troubles. God bless the man (or woman, let's not discriminate now) who invented the shower.

Yesterday was a blast. Have got great friends who care about my life, well, they pretend to at least. Jude was actually not a dull and didn't mention Richard until after midnight. When Shaz so gently asked;

"So what's up with Richard? Does he fuck someone else or what?" Silence. Jude looked as if she was going to cry. Tom took Shazzer's glass and said as an excuse;

"She's had too much to drink." Which probably was true, but who hadn't by now? Jude laughed, which was the whole point, I understood so analytical that I surprised myself. He can be cute, Tom, when he wants to.

Jude then told us that she hadn't yet asked Richard about it, because she hadn't got any proof, she said.

"He would just deny it and I would cry. Better to ignore the problem I think." That might as well could have come from my mum.

Today Marc and I had cosy dinner at his place. After that we ate some chocolate and after that we…well let's say his sheets aren't as perfectly fold anymore…

Wednesday 18 February

How boring a week can be when you know what awaits you next holiday. It's crazy how much you can long for a person when you think about how well you did without him, before you met. Actually that's not true. I was a wrack before and I think I knew on some level that he was out there. Yes, might even be psychic. Interesting thought.

Today I realised we haven't decided the place for the wedding yet. And Marc who's such a perfectionist! The wedding's just two months away (I've always wanted a spring wedding). The reason I realised we should probably get a move on was that our invitation cards came today. There's an empty space underneath: place and date. Have to talk to future husband. How great it sounds – my husband. Have to say it out loud, taste the words.

"This is my husband, Marc. This is Marc Darcy – my husband. May I introduce you to Mr Darcy – top banister and MY husband. Good evening my queen I'm Mrs Marc Darcy. Bridget Jones-I mean Darcy! …Bridget Darcy?" That sounded awful. Fuck.

"Why haven't I thought about this before…?" I probably said out loud since my boss stepped into the room asking;

"Thought about what?"

"Just how….awful it is in the middle east." I said sawing the situation. Cause it would have been lots worse actually telling him about my name problem. Now he just thought I was stupid. He wasn't the only one.

"Right… Can you be a doll and check this up for me?" He asked with a grin and threw me some papers.

"Sure thing. Right on it!" He disappeared. Just as soon as I've checked my email and available churches!