1. Geraldine

    I loved Bridget when she was still ditsy and looking for love (even though I was a smug married myself at the time) but I can’t help feeling it is slightly pathetic to be “ditsy” in your fifties: what is endearing in a 29-year-old is unforgivably irritating in a woman old enough to know better. So I hope I’m wrong, but I do wonder if this is will prove to be a joke that has been stretched a little too far, and that we’d all have been happier to imagine Bridget living h.e.a with the lovely Mark Darcy…

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