I carried on trying not to look back; instead, as I passed a shop window, I looked over at the glass reflection again and was relieved to see that he wasn’t behind me.
To make sure, I looked over my shoulder, and right enough, nobody was about.
I approached the street with the first drunken guy cautiously and made my way back down it to the safety of my front door.
As I rounded the corner, I noticed there was an older cleaning lady in one of the offices standing outside having a cigarette break.
She must have heard me approaching as she was already looking in my direction as I appeared.
As I was walking away from her, she was treated to a rear view of me wearing a totally impracticable mini skirt, and black stilettos heels.
I wonder what she thought of me!