BRIDGET JONESS DIARY (C.1456)
3rd day of November, 1456
v. bad. Had whole sack of pigs trotters, washed down with lashings
and lashings of mead. Went for weigh-in on village green. Strong man told
me I am still heavy. Gruel for a week and watered-down ale! I will be
Calamity! Was humiliated in marketplace before Mr. DArsey. Tripped
on rotten apples and swill and fell into arms of Willie Weaver who thrust
me into maids dunking-seat for a lark. Soaked to titbits and sodden.
Caught D'Arsey smirking, one eyebrow raised. Vow never to speak with him
5th day of November, 1456
v.v. bad. Cabbage soup diet failing. Anal draught. Have scurried to outhouse
a dozen times. V. depressed re. DArsey spectacle in marketplace.
Alehouse beckons. Tankards and tankards of ale led to fumbling and foraging
with saucy rapscallion Weaver.
Will think I am strumpet! Bodice all ripped in romping! Must stop drinking
6th day of November, 1456
Mother comes to visit. Tells me I look heavy. Asks if I am with childe.
Asks about DArsey says he is rare catch and £30 a year!
I retort methinks he is a weasel. Am determined to wed afore the years
end. Am most ancient singleton in village. Even No-Legs Mary is betrothed
9th day of November, 1456
Happened across Willie Weaver frollicking with damnd harlot Nell.
Caught them mid-rut, ample arses and bosoms all a-tangled and heaving.
Horrible! Vile cad and charlatan scratched off husband list forthwith.
Will end up in poorhouse and never find a suitor!
Went to Pansy Johns for flagons of ale and sympathy. Love Pansy
John. Wish he wooed wenches not queens
Barrels later, stumbld
home to find DArsey on doorstep with big bunch dandelions! Said
I looked winsome when wet and asked if he could tickle my fancy! And tickle
10th day of November, 1456
All joy! Rosy cheekd and merry. Hut smells of passion. Britches
strewn on floor, tangled in corset
am walking like Lame Annie - hurrah!
DArsey is taking me to witchburning this afternoon so romantic!
Tomorrow mini-break to fens in special straw-lined dog cart. Cant
V. light today. No mead, no trotters am drunk on love juice and
up the duff
To be wed on Sunday next. Now am complete.