BETH THOMAS
Carry You
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2014
Copyright © Beth Thomas 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007544813
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Version: 2014–12–15
For my Beano. Are you still doing all your walking?
Table of Contents
Daisy Mack
is reclining on the sofa eating Jaffa Cakes watching Hugh Grant punch Colin Firth. Could life get any better?
Jenny Martin Ever thought about going out occasionally? Life can get a LOT better.
Daisy Mack Thanks Jen. Great tip.
Nat ‘Wiggy’ Nicholson Aw Daze that sounds miserable. Want me to come over?
Daisy Mack Thanks Nat, but it’s OK. Gonna get an early night.
Georgia Ling Hope your ok hun xx
Ah, the fight scene in Bridget Jones’s Diary. This calls for another cake, to maximise the enjoyment. I pull the edges of my dressing gown round me a bit more tightly and snuggle down further into my duvet. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen this, it always cheers me up. Well, it makes me smile, anyway, which in my life is as close as I’m going to get to actual cheer. It’s not the sight of two inept men fighting like nine-year-old girls who don’t know how to fight that makes me smile. It’s the fact that there are two men left in the world to fight over one woman. I know, I know, it’s not real, it’s just fiction. But