Having heard the news yesterday that Ratko Mladic had finally been captured in Serbia, I promised myself a leisurely English breakfast to celebrate and which i have just devoured, although I have to say the terminology of English Breakfast is stretching things a bit, especially as the toast here is notoriously anaemic!

My mind still races no matter how I try and to slow it down and without wishing the time away, I am day dreaming about the near future, getting my new passport, arriving back home in Bosnia, holidaying on the island of Rab and creating an English kitchen garden back in the village ;)

However, I still have my tea to finish and I am contemplating a second cup. There's something about just sitting comfortably, watching the world go by, with a cup of tea.

In 2 weeks all this will be recent history, no more feeling the "prison claustrophobia", of being behind the wire, wondering about increases in threat levels and being surrounded by soldiers with weapons.

It's 9 sleeps and a farewell certificate left.

I am in SINGLE figures!!