I Had My Daughter By C-section, So

I Tend To Take [ To Bridget Jones Diaries] Something That Nearly Happened, Or Might Have Happened, And Then Exaggerate It To Make It Funny And To Make It Tie Into The Themes.

Can Officially Confirm That The Way To A Man's Heart These Days Is Not Through Beauty, Food, Sex, Or Alluringness Of Character, But Merely The Ability To Seem Not Very Interested In Him.

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.

Bridget Jones' Baby, At Heart Is About The Gap Between How You Expect Life To Turn Out And How It Actually Does.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.