It Is Horrid To Smirk.

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

As Bridget Writes To Her Son, In Bridget Jones' Baby - "if You Just Keep Calm And Keep Your Spirits Up, Things Have A Habit Of Turning Out All Right, Just As They Did For Me."

Singletons Should Not Have To Explain Themselves All The Time But Should Have An Accepted Status — Like Geisha Girls Do

I Tend To Take [ To Bridget Jones Diaries] Something That Nearly Happened, Or Might Have Happened, And Then Exaggerate It To Make It Funny And To Make It Tie Into The Themes.

It Is Proved By Surveys That Happiness Does Not Come From Love, Wealth, Or Power But The Pursuit Of Attainable Goals.