I told you at the start of all this blog malarkey that I didn’t want to be Bridget Jones. This is still true.
Nobody WANTS to be Bridget Jones.
I also don’t WANT to be a “smidge” overweight, have incredibly poor eyesight and Richmond Sausages for fingers but whaddayagonnado?
When I look in the mirror, where once there stood a pimply teenager full of hopes and dreams, now there stares back a woman-child that looks a little deader behind the eyes and squishier round the waist. Still pimply though so I’ve not totally changed. *air high-5!*
According to recent papers the only single woman over the age of 27 who doesn’t look just a teensy bit like Bridget Jones is Renee Zellweger. Oh the irony!