Friday night i went to the singles night at the art gallery. I enjoyed catching up with some of the people who went ont he Prague trip, but i didn't meet Mr Right, or even Mr Wrong. I will defianately go back and take a look at the Minoans exhibition though.

Saturday i went with my mum and my sister to the festive gift fair at the NEC. I didn't buy anything this time, but mum bought me a shopaholic necklace - very appropriate for me!

Saturday night was the birthday bash part one, for some of my spice friends. I gave one a lift, which worked out well since she could navigate and i could drive (the bash was in Wolves, which i don't know at all). I enjoyed it up to a point. A point where some bloke i ddin't know out his arm around me when iw as looking in a different direction. It completed frightened me and i had a panic attack, which i controlled for a bit, but by them i was so shaken that i just wanted to go home. But, i was too frightened to walk out alone. Very kindly one of my friends (the boyfriend of one of the birthday people) walked me to my car, i felt bad because he had to queue to get back in again, but i also felt so grateful. I am lucky to have good friends.

Sunday i was back to doing my three classes at the gym, then onto The Fort for some unsuccessful coat buying and then home to play Herdy Gerdy.

Monday, well that's today, i was back at the doctors. Talking about my fears, i dislike talking and thinking about them, but they were so clear in my mind after Saturday night...i know that the reality wasn't bad, but my imagination makes things seem worse...