After the usual geek-pub-trip last night, I walked home on my own.

That doesn't sound like much of an achievement, but it's the first time I've felt psychologically capable of it since getting mugged last month. In the intervening four weeks I've either walked from the pub to a nearby taxi rank, or walked to the post-pub gathering with a large group of geeks and then phoned a taxi from there, because I didn't want to walk home alone.

Now I'm back at work, going to the post-pub gathering is no longer a sensible option (because I tend to need sleep by then), so I'm running out of options. I suppose I could still have got a taxi, but getting a taxi home from the pub five weeks in succession costs me as much as I lost in the mugging itself - so it seemed to me that even in purely financial terms, taking the risk was a better bet!

So I decided enough was enough, and walked home, although taking care to avoid the danger spot where I was acquired as a target. I'm moderately pleased with myself for that. :-)