Saddam sentenced to death by hanging?

I'm glad. And it's about bloody time too.

Anyway... quick update. My flatmates have all pissed off to London once again so it's been pretty quiet. Claudia and Stuart came down though and we had a really good time. We went shopping! They got me a grey top and a pink strappy one to go with it. It's beautiful.
AND... when they arrived they gave me another present which turned out to be body shop stuff (can't really get enough of that!) and a fuzzy, hot waterbottle (which in my opinion is the greatest invention since sliced bread)!
We went out for a brilliant chinese dinner which was cheap - so i'm SO going back there. It was a place called the Noodle Bar, next to the BBC headquarters.
Today they picked me up and we went looking for a tea house on the outskirts of Leicester. It was great. I officially love cars and country roads, and cows, and sheep and horses. I even saw a pheasant. fea-sant.

It felt so good to be out of Leicester and in the country. Suddenly all feelings of claustrophobia and weight just fell away and I was free. There were fields as far as the eye could see, all around there was space and air, without buildings to block the autumn sun. The road ahead was full of twists and turns and when it did straighten out, it continued on like it would never end.
I felt pretty much the same as when I took the bus out to visit Adam in Loughborough - if not better, because this time there was no bus with a rout to follow.
Even though Loughborough is a few billion times smaller than Leicester it felt better, there was more space, more green and less distance to cover, and unlike Leicester it didn't pretend to be a city and thus couldn't be compared to Singapore in the slightest way. It was a village - a town, and it accepted itself as that. There were no lies.
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