So bad it's good

I woke in the middle of the night with the first hint of a sore throat. I spent the rest of the night awake worrying that if I have a cold I won't be able to visit Husband even when lockdown is lifted.

As it happened I had to be up and dressed early to go to the dentist. I went in, the dentist said, "Hello, how are you?" I mentioned I had the beginnings of a cold and she said, "I can't look at your teeth then. Rebook an appointment."

I only mentioned it for fear that, if she stuck things in my mouth, I would gag. Still, stopped at an artisan bakery on the way home to buy focaccia for lunch so it wasn't an entirely wasted trip.

It was pouring when I woke up but by the time I got back from the dentist it was sunny so Louie and I took a walk on the beach. What felt like a warm gentle intermittent breeze on my back turned into a cold strong persistent wind in my face when we walked back.

But there was a warmth in the air carrying the promise of spring.

Husband tells me it looks hopeful that lockdown will be lifted tomorrow and that it's all systems go for his op on Friday, provisionally of course. I shall be furious if I'm too germ-ridden to see him beforehand. I have been totally well for so long! But we can't risk any chance of infection.

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In the car I was listening to a programme called So Bad It's Good, about films, songs, books, that are so bad they're good. Some of the films and songs the presenters discussed I had enjoyed not realising they were 'bad'!

I think basically they were saying, if it's entertaining with heart and feeling, then even if the plot is weak, the acting rubbish, and the tone not at all intellectual, then it falls into this category.