All week I've had Sunday night going over and over in my head. I still can't believe I felt that unsafe in a local, usually quiet, bar. I have been talking to my friends about it and they said they didn't feel safe either. I just keep thinking about what could have happened, possibly nothing, but there was something about those blokes I didn't like. I don't know whether to tell Dan about the evening. I have nothing to hide, but I don't know whether he will get all protective, or even jealous. I don't want to worry him, he needs to concentrate on getting better. If I don't tell him, then I'm sure it will pop up in future conversation and he will wonder why I didn't tell him. I'm starting to wish I had gone round to see him Sunday night instead of going out with my friends. I'm seeing Dan tonight, so I'll probably tell him all about it, think I need to get it off my chest too. Dan isn't feeling up to much, so I am taking a Chinese takeaway round to his place, which I'm really looking forward too.








