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Bridget: And even though there might be 600,000 words in the human language, the world still struggles to find the right ones when someone you love is gone.
Bridget: Am rejoining ranks of London’s employed and meaningfully contributing to society. Can walk with head held high and be role model for Billy and Mabel, saving them from otherwise certain future as alcoholic wards of the state.
Miranda: Bridget, sexting a man that you just met in a park is nothing like Jane Austen’s day. If you don’t shag him, I will.
Bridget: Dearest darling Mark, it’s your birthday on Sunday, and… I’m just no good at doing this on my own. I’m sorry I’m such a bad mother, I’m sorry I got caught up with a callow toy boy, I’m sorry I’m late for school and that Billy’s withdrawn. They’re growing up without you. How is Billy going to understand how to be a man without his father? How is Mabel going to live her life having never really known you at all? Please forgive me for being upset about anything which isn’t about not having you. Please help me find a way to do this without feeling like I’m ruining the most important part of my life… The only part that still has you in it.
Bridget: ‘Don’t be a… twin’? That says ‘Don’t be a twin?’
Dr. Rawlings: ‘Twat’. Sorry, it’s doctor’s handwriting. That’s an ‘A’ in the middle there.
Bridget: Starting today: Will not set things on fire, will responsibly reset passwords not to include the word ‘fuckwit’, and will not be frightened of the school mums, in particular, Perfect Nicolette… with her perfect twins.