I Will Not Sulk About

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

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.

I Come From Yorkshire In England Where We Like To Eat Chip Sandwiches - White Bread, Butter, Tomato Ketchup And Big Fat French Fries Cooked In Beef Dripping.

If We Can't Have Comedy Books Written About Aspects Of Womanhood Without Going Into A Panic Attack About It, Then We Haven't Got Very Far At Being Equal.

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.