Singletons, smug marrieds and fuckwittage

I've been revisiting Bridget Jones' Diary and the Edge of Reason the last couple of days whilst on my “holidays”. Loving them all over again! Hard to believe they were written in 1996 and 2000 respectively!

I can see the resemblance between the me of a few years ago and good old Bridget - without the acquisition of an adorable Mr Darcy, and I've always been perfectly at ease with the comparison, but alas nowadays, even my Bridget days seem behind me!

More and more often I look in the mirror and see a resemblance of my mother looking back at me.

Unfortunately, that is never a good thing.