The Single Girl’s To-Do List. Lindsey Kelk

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      Lindsey Kelk

      The Single Girl’s To-Do List

      Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2011.

      Lindsey Kelk asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      ISBN: 9780007345632

      Ebook Edition © April 2011 ISBN: 9780007383757

      Version: 2017-05-23

      Dedication

      To all the single girls who gave hours of their lives,

       livers and lipgloss to research the ultimate to-do list, especially Rachael Wright, Sarah Donovan, Sarah Benton, Emma Ingram and Alicia Romano. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      ‘If someone had told you, ten years ago, you’d be…

      Chapter Two

      Because no plan can succeed without the assistance of reliable…

      Chapter Three

      By the time the cab dropped me off at home,…

      Chapter Four

      ‘I’m going to kill him,’

      Chapter Five

      After six bags of crisps, three bottles of wine and…

      Chapter Six

      ‘Morning.’

      Chapter Seven

      ‘Come on, Red, get up.’

      Chapter Eight

      ‘That arsehole.’ My mum dropped a slightly floppy slice of…

      Chapter Nine

      ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ Emelie groaned, her head…

      Chapter Ten

      ‘Raaaa-cheeeeel.’ I felt a hand lightly tapping the top of…

      Chapter Eleven

      ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ I said, hobbling slightly…

      Chapter Twelve

      Matthew had been delighted when we’d called him from the…

      Chapter Thirteen

      ‘Hi.’ Dan stood in front of me, back in his…

      Chapter Fourteen

      ‘Oh, you know me so well,’ Matthew shouted over the…

      Chapter Fifteen

      Between the events on the sofa, the row, and a…

      Chapter Sixteen

      Fourteen hours, one first-class flight and several glasses of champagne…

      Chapter Seventeen

      ‘I can’t believe you’re actually going on a date with…

      Chapter Eighteen

      I crawled into bed, still in my sundress, and got…

      Chapter Nineteen

      ‘ohmygodthatwasamazing,’ I exhaled, as Dougie Howser’s backward brother released me…

      Chapter Twenty

      ‘I’m coming!’ I yelled, dashing up the hallway in my…

      Epilogue

      

      Acknowledgments

       Keep Reading …

      About the Author

      Other Books by Lindsey Kelk

      About the Publisher

      Prologue

      Four weeks earlier …

      It had been an odd Sunday.

      My boyfriend, Simon, had got up and vamoosed for football before I’d even considered rolling out of bed and onto the sofa for a three-hour Friends-a-thon. Even though it was late July, the weather was pretty mediocre and there was nothing compelling me to get up off the sofa other than a judgemental cat staring through the window and the intermittent need to pee. Usually I was mega-motivated on a Sunday. It wasn’t too often I worked a regular five-day week, so Sundays were all together too often the only day I had to get anything done; but on that particular day, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything more strenuous than to repeatedly text my gay best friend Matthew to ask ‘how

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