Last night I watched again Bridget Jones, not the first movie, which I knew by heart, but the second one, absolutely hilarious as the first and perfectly able to keep the level. The idea of a messy Bridget, clumsy, helpless to do anything without trouble, makes me dye for. And I feel that in me a part of her, if not all, resides. I am unable to do more than ten meters walk without tripping, to find myself always in the wrong place at the wrong time, the history of the puddle and cars passing - believe me-it happened to me too, and not just once, I could continue but I don't want to annoy you more. Bridget, I think, is an heroine, because she testifies that even the less perfect, the ones who never speak out of turn, they always know what to do in and out of the house as if they had left the cover diVogue, can make it. It' s an hymn to positive thinking and self-esteem, which can sometimes grow even just watching a romantic comedy. This morning, while I was still smiling thinking of the scene of the prison, I decided to share this thought out loud with you. See you later.