Last week, we went to see I am Legend, the new Will Smith film. I was really looking forward to it: I like Will Smith (Men in Black) and I knew there were vampiry things in it, but I wasn't worried. For years, I have been a Buffy devotee, and vampires held no terrors for me, particularly not when they were Spike.
Oh how wrong I was. I am horribly susceptible to suggestion and atmosphere, and this film had it in loud and horrific spadefuls. Most of the film I spent with my fingers firmly in my ears, and my eyes tight shut. By the time the film ended I was a quivering wreck (my husband was, shall we say, also affected by the experience.) Horror films are something I gave up watching years ago, as I know I then dream, can't sleep, see horrors under every bush.... oh, if only I had known. Read a review at least. That would have helped.
But, unlike the Home Secretary, I do have to walk about in the dark. The poor dog has had some rather truncated walks, but by Tuesday I had started to sleep properly again, and so took her for a walk as the sun was setting. The dog and I held each other's paws, and we made it, all serene, though I did have a nasty moment when the dog pooh bin loomed up at me out of the gloom.