not being good enough, look what everybody felt about her. Really all this should give a message to women who are worried about how they look and being rubbish and expecting so much of themselves just not to worry so much. Felt a bit embarrassed about the Vogue and chocolate and Instants so hid under flowers and looked at the messages, which made you think that you do not have to be a spokesman for anything to be able to express things. The best one was copied from the Bible, I think, and it said in wobbly old lady's writing: 'When I was in trouble you cared about me, when I was in danger you tried to stop it, when I was sick you visited me, when people ran away you took my hand. Whatever you did for the poorest and the smallest people I felt as if you did it for me.'
12 Strange Times
Monday 1 September
8st 2 (must make sure do not put weight back on immediately), calories 6,452.
"I knew something was wrong when I got to the gate," Shaz was saying when she and Jude came round last night. "But the airline people wouldn't tell me what had happened and insisted I got on the plane, then they wouldn't let me get off again, and the next thing we were taxiing along the runway."
"So when did you find out?" I said, polishing off my Chardonnay, at which Jude immediately held out the bottle to pour me another. Was marvellous, marvellous.
"Not till we landed," said Shaz. "It was just the most terrible flight. I was hoping you'd just missed it, but they were being really odd and sniffy with me. Then the second I got off the plane . . ."
"She got arrested!" said Jude gleefully. "Pissed as a fart."
"Oh, no," I said. "And you were hoping Jed would be there."
"That bastard," said Shaz, colouring.
Somehow thought I'd better not mention Jed again.
"He had someone behind you in the queue at Bangkok," Jude explained. "Apparently he was waiting at Heathrow for a call and immediately got on a plane to Dubai."
Turned out Shaz called Jude from the police station and they quickly got on to the Foreign Office.
"Then nothing happened," said Jude. "They started talking about you being in for ten years."
"I remember." I shuddered.
"We called Mark on the Wednesday night and he immediately got on to all his contacts in Amnesty and Interpol. We tried to get hold of your mum but the answerphone said she was touring the Lakes. We thought about ringing Geoffrey and Una but we decided everyone would just get hysterical and it wouldn't help."
"Very wise," I said.
"On the first Friday we heard you'd been transferred to proper jail . . ." said Shaz.
"And Mark got on a plane to Dubai." "He went to Dubai? For me?"
"He was fantastic," said Shaz.
"And where is he? I left him a message but he hasn't rung back."
"He's still there," said Jude. "Then on Monday we got a call from the Foreign Office and everything seemed to have changed."
"That must have been when Charlie talked to his dad!" I said excitedly.
"They let us send out your mail ..."
"And then on Tuesday we heard they'd got Jed."
"And Mark called on Friday and said they'd got a confession . . ."
"Then the call came out of the blue on Saturday that you were on the plane!"
"Hurrah!" we all said, clinking glasses. Was desperate to get on to subject of Mark but did not want to appear shallow and ungrateful for all the girls had done.
"So is he still going out with Rebecca?" I burst out.
"No!" said Jude. "He's not! He's not!"