bridget jones diary edge of reason rebecca

Dining room looked as breathtakingly grand as ever, with a huge inglenook fireplace at the end and twenty people sitting round an ancient oak dining table lit by silver candelabras and festooned with flower arrangements. We teetered in late for dinner, feeling like a pair of garish divorcees because we'd put our make-up on so quickly. We were staying in a servants' cottage, which I decided was good as no danger of bumping into Mark in corridors, until we got into it: is all painted green with foam rubber single beds and Formica headboards, in sharp contrast to last time was here, staying in lovely hotel-style room with own bathroom. This did not go down very well with Rebecca, who trilled, 'Oh, we'd almost given you up for lost!' in manner of Mum or Una Alconbury. Why did I come here? Why? Why? Sharon and I left it quite late and so arrived ten minutes before dinner. of thoughts involving Rebecca and natural disasters, electrical fires, floods, and professional killers: large, but proportionate. of pains in back from vile foam mattress 9, no.

Am not going to get involved with all that again.Ģ0st 12 (feel like, compared to Rebecca), no. 'And also Holland, Belgium, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Switzerland, Austria and Denmark. 'Some surreal sixth sense,' he drawled amusedly. 'Bridget?' he said, before I had time to say anything.

Bridget jones diary edge of reason rebecca