>The Odin Mission by James Holland

>I received a review copy of The Odin Mission by James Holland as a part of Transworld’s Reading Group. It was quite good.

Here’s the synopsis from Amazon:

April 1940. Nazi Germany has invaded neutral Norway. Fleeing north from their brutal Blitzkrieg advance are three officers of the King’s Guard – men who have been entrusted by the Norwegian King with a vitally important mission. The only military force which stands between the Nazi forces and total victory are the poorly equipped, undertrained squaddies of the British 148th Brigade. Among them is Sergeant Jack Tanner, recently returned from the Middle East. As the British are pushed back from Lillehammer, Sergeant Tanner and his patrol are left stranded in the mountains in the chaos of retreat. Trying to rejoin their unit, they stumble first across Sandvold and his protectors, and then a French patrol of alpine troops. Trekking through snow-clad mountains with the Germans dogging their every move, Tanner is forced to try and out-fox and out-fight not only their pursuers but the best efforts of his own side. And as the Allies’ resistance collapses, it quickly becomes clear that the small band of fugitives can rely on no-one but themselves.

For the most part I enjoyed this book. The Second World War is a period that I’ve always been very interested in. However I knew nothing about Norway’s involvement in it so the idea of this book intrigued me. James Holland is an historian and the book is fully of accurate details which really add to it’s feel. I’m quite intrigued now to read more about Norway and the war.

It also uses several military terms relevant to the time. These are explained in a glossary at the back of the book. Personally I would have preferred this to be at the beginning of the book mostly because I spent ages trying to figure out what one of the terms was and even googled it (unsuccessfully). That said I did like the use of the slang and it really does help with the realism of the story. There’s no denying that James Holland is a talented writer.

Having visited Norway many years ago the descriptions of the weather, seasons and especially the landscape struck a chord with me. I really enjoyed the two weeks we spent there all those years ago, the stunning views in particular. Whilst the book does a very good job of describing them it doesn’t do them justice. But it did make me hanker to go back!

Jack Tanner is a brilliant character. I really liked him, he was gritty and fierce when needed but also had a softer side and obviously cares a lot for the men under his command. A man of honour, his determination to do what’s right and get things done pervades the entire book and provides a major part of the plot. This is the first of several books in which he features and I’ll definitely be reading more of them.

>Standing and related update

>Things seem like they are about to get very medical again.

I’m going back to the hospital next week – to be assessed for orthotics. I can’t say I’m looking forward to that especially because depending on what I end up with I will very likely end up needing carers to help me with them. And it’d more than likely be either first thing in the morning or a bed time visit if I get night splints (which I suspect may be more likely). That would be quite a tie unless I’m very lucky. I will have splints etc if they think they will help me but I really will have to do so in such a way that means my life isn’t negatively affected. In other words so that I still benefit but don’t lose me in the process.

I’ve also got an appointment to go to wheelchair services in late November. I’m really hoping that something good comes from that because I’ve been having a lot of very bad (at times excruciating) back pain lately which is thought to be related to my chair. Plus because of the curve in my spine (which may be spasticity related or could be scoliosis they don’t know although the end result is the same) I need a more specialist cushion than I have now.

The standing frame seems to be going really well. I’m almost all the way to the overall goal but I’m not always managing to do that level. It’s definitely easier now though and Dad said on Monday that he thinks my posture is a lot better now. Not bad for a little bit more than a month!

I’ve also been using my walker a tiny bit more and have been able to walk some longer distances. I need someone with me, have to take several breaks and aren’t fit for very much immediately afterwards but it’s still progress.

I’m quite interested to see if I’ve maintained the improvements I had from the serial casting. I doubt I’ve had any further progress but you do never know.

>50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind: Question 2

>I recently came across 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind. I was very intrigued by the questions and decided to make answering them one of the goals on my current 101 in 1001 list. I’m going to try to answer one question a week.  You can find the other answers I’ve written so far here

2. Which is worse failing or never trying?

Failure isn’t important.  What’s worse here is not trying to do something for fear of failure.  That’s the short answer – you have to try.  If you don’t try you automatically fail and you do so worse than if you try and it doesn’t work out

Many times in my life I’ve been told I won’t be able to do X or I can’t do Y.  Because I’m disabled.  I’m different to everyone else and  obviously a girl in a wheelchair couldn’t do what everyone else is doing.  And obviously the people saying no couldn’t help but no better about my limitations than me.  And obviously they couldn’t possible adapt things.

A lot of these are things that I’ve then gone and found a way.  I might not have managed it all, it might have taken a lot of help and it might not have been the best ever but I did it in some way shape or form – my way.

Sometimes it’s gone very wrong and I’ve regretted all or part of it – my trip to Madrid a couple of years ago is a bit like that.  I tried it, I loved it and it mostly worked but with two falls in the three and a half days I was there (one of which left me sore for days and necessitated an ambulance being called although I thankfully avoided the trip to hospital) it’s very obvious that I should have looked further into access and adaptations so I could have avoided some of the problems.  I regret that part but I don’t regret the trip.  Looking back now if someone said “hey we’ll back it so you didn’t lose control and  flip your chair and land on your face and crack a tooth and have blood gushing from both sides of your nose and a black eye BUT it’ll mean you don’t go on the trip to Madrid at all” would I take them up on that offer?  No because the first fall was one of those incidental ones that have no effects and yes I have bad memories of the second and all that surrounded it but I have great memories of the rest of the trip and I had fun – even after that accident.  You’ve gotta take the good with the bad as they say.

Occasionally when people say I can’t do something and I think I can they will stop me from trying.  That is so, so frustrating.  It can turn out to be the right thing however – the time at uni I was sure there was a way I could try ice skating and my support worker basically said “no way you’ll break your arm” was definitely one of those times.  I’m equally sure that there are times when that was probably the wrong decision – but I’ll never actually know for sure!

On The Great British Bake Off recently one of the contestants was saying that she tells children (I think she’s a teacher of some sort?) that they can’t all be THE best but they can all try THEIR best.

If I try something and I fail I at least know I’ve done my best and given it a go.  If I refuse to try I’ve not done my best, I’ve not done anything.  And that contestant on the Great British Bake Off was right – you should try your best whenever possible.

Besides, as someone who grew up with a disability and who will be disabled all her life – if I didn’t try and fight like I do I wouldn’t be half an independant as I am now – or have done anything like everything I have.  Yes, failure sucks.  But trying is what matters.

>Dreams

>One of my new 101 in 1001 goals is to start a dream journal.  I’ll probably start an offline one either in a word document or in a notebook but I thought I would blog a little about three of the dreams I had last night.  I frequently remember my dreams which seem to be very detailed and often a little surreal.  I blame my medication for that, especially the baclofen.  Although that said even pre-baclofen I would remember them.

In the first dream I was at Center Parcs.  Specifically the Longleat one.  I can’t remember very much about what we were doing there or who I was with just that we were there and there was swimming involved.  And we were in the main plaza bit of the dome too. I don’t remember what we were doing in the plaza.

That dream makes sense because I was talking about the Longleat Center Parcs yesterday with a couple of people yesterday as one of them has just come back.

Then I dreamt that I was in hospital for something.  Maybe an operation? I was inpatient anyway, not out patient. It was the hospital I went to growing up but very different.  It was quite a fleeting dream.

I’ve had several similar and more detailed dreams about being at that hospital in the past few weeks. Including one where it had a full size shopping mall there with a swimming pool and I bumped into one of my friends from Stoke and we then chased round the hospital doing stuff and hiding from my physio because I wasn’t supposed to be there that day but had snuck up for a look around the new bits.

Interestingly the hospital I went to up until I was 16 really is very different now.  There’s a bit there that wasn’t before which houses all the disability type services (which is where I’ve been going for my treatment) and a lot of other new buildings as well as bits knocked down..  The main building which I always used to visit has changed very obviously from the outside and I’m told on the inside although I’ve not been over there in years. It intrigues me.  Oh and I did see a GP yesterday to get my Sertraline reauthorised (not my GP as she wasn’t available but as it was a paper exercise I figured it was OK. Which may have been a mistake) and we were talking about the treatment I’ve just had on my legs.  So again it’s obvious where bits of it come from but not all.

The final dream that I remember having last night took place I think at my parents old house.  I was wandering around completely naked (I often have dreams in which I’m naked or at least wandering around without a top on) and I think I was supposed to be getting ready for something but I wasn’t really doing anything just killing time.

Then a friend turned up as she wanted to show me the clothes she’d worn when she’d been in hospital in case they were any use to me for sailing (said friend has recently been in hospital but I doubt she even owns clothes like that let alone wore them in hospital).

I went into my bedroom to get dressed but again didn’t manage it.  The bedroom was my one up until I went to uni (when I changed to the smaller bedroom my sister had, my brother had my room and my sister moved into what was my brother’s room) but it was the yellow blue and red decoration it had for most of my childhood until I was 15 or so and not the more neutral colours it was from then until I went to uni.

Then I went back into the room with my friend, still naked.  She was hugging me really tight for ages as I’d done something that she wanted to thank me for. Some of her family turned up and I was embarrassed because we’ve not met and what if they thought something was going on? Then she was in the garden running around kicking a football (an amazing feat given she’s a wheelchair user in real life) and I was again supposed to be getting dressed.

Oh and sitting here typing this I’ve just remembered that I had a 4th dream which was something about a bomb and scuba diving and being away somewhere looking for treasure or dealing with a shipwreck we’d just discovered from long ago.  I don’t remember much of it.

The weirdest dream I’ve had lately was several weeks ago however.  I was in the bathroom in the house I grew up in (the same house as mentioned above) about to have a shower.  I was sitting in the shower in my powerchair when I suddenly realised what I was doing.  I figured it would probably be OK to shower sat in it but I had a bit of a question mark over what if something went wrong and realised that I’d have to call my mum round if showering in it did fuck up the electrics and she’d absolutely kill me.  The shower at that house was over the bath.  So I used the kerb-climber to get my chair over the side of the bath and onto the ground and then I somehow got myself back into the shower without using my bath board (because it didn’t exist in the dream for some reason).

The strange things here are in reality I would never even consider showering in either of my chairs but if I had to use one to do so I’d never use my powerchair because it would more than likely kill it off.  Plus I never even had a powerchair or had considered having one until I was 22 – years after I lived there.  And my kerbclimber won’t get me up a kerb more than an inch or two high, it’d never get me over the side of a bath let alone really easily and without mishap.

So there we have it. An interesting look into my psyche as revealed by my dreams.  I’ll understand if you now think I’m weird and never plan to return to my blog again. Hell, I think I’m weird after those dreams!

>The Summer Without Men by Siri Hustvedt

>Waterstones very kindly gave me a copy of The Summer Without Men to review.

Here’s the synopsis:
After Mia Fredricksen’s husband of thirty years asks for a pause – so he can indulge his infatuation with a young French colleague –  she cracks up (briefly), rages (deeply), then decamps to her prairie childhood home.

There, gradually, she is drawn into the lives of those around her: her mother’s circle of feisty widows; the young woman next door; and the diabolical teenage girls in her poetry class. By the end of the summer without men, Mia knows what’s worth fighting for – and on whose terms.

Provocative, mordant, and fiercely intelligent, this is a gloriously vivacious tragi-comedy about women and girls, love and marriage, and the age-old war between the sexes.

At it’s heart this book is the story of one woman trying to find herself after her husband meets someone else and asks to “pause” their marriage. It’s very well handled and very well written. Through time spent with her mother and her friends, time spent with the seven teenage girls who she teaches poetry and with her 20 something neighbour with young children. Mia sees different stages of life and the problems they bring – bullying, failing health, adjusting to parenthood, etc and thinking back over her own life is able to begin to heal from what her husband did.

Mia is a poet. Throughout the book are poems she wrote, poems the teens wrote and snippets of famous poems. It makes for a very nice feel in the book and makes it that little bit different from regular fiction. I don’t read poetry as a rule and it’s making me think maybe I should give it a go.

Mental health issues feature in this book and in my opinion are handled very sensitively. Disability isn’t always handled well, however, with two uses of the R word and a person with muscular dystrophy being mentioned in passing along with the suggestion of pity.

I found this book hard to get into and initially it didn’t hold my attention. I ended up putting it aside for a week or so and reading a couple of other books before going back to it. On the whole it was worth the read.

>50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind – Question 1

>I recently came across 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind. I was very intrigued by the questions and decided to make answering them one of the goals on my current 101 in 1001 list. I’m going to try to answer one question a week.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

This is a tricky question and one of my least favourite on the list but I decided to work through the list in order so I’ll give it a shot.

I’m 29, I’ll be 30 in December.

I think in many ways growing up with a disability meant that I learned certain life lessons earlier than the majority of people do. For the most part I see this as a good thing. On the flip side having CP meant that some childhood and teenage experiences or perhaps rites of passage were out of my reach. Some I have now experienced and others I haven’t. This used to be something that really bothered me but it doesn’t as much now. Partially because I’ve come to realise that they aren’t all they are cracked up to be (in some cases) and that a lot of people are in similar positions to me.

But the question relates to age. I think the experiences I “missed out on” if you will made me younger than my age – or at least they did when I was a teenager. The thing is though, that’s part of being a teenager – firsts, lasts and bluster and bravado about what you have and haven’t done.

Equally learning the life lessons early – about rights, fairness, trust, access etc. Meant I grew up quicker than my peers. Because I knew about relying on people who were meant to help you and being let down and I knew I didn’t have an automatic right to do what everyone else was, that sort of thing.

I think as an adult those two things are less of an issue than they used to be. They’ve played a big role in making me who I am but now they’re in the past and rarely come out. I do think in someways I am very fucked up and this played a part in it. That said I said that to one of my besties last week and she said she didn’t think I’m at all fucked up. So I must be doing better than I realise. Or doing a really good job of hiding it.

I also think actual age becomes little more than a number once you get well into your twenties. I have friends who are younger than me by several years , ones who are older than my parents and everything in between. Obviously we have different life experiences to each other and bring different aspects to our interactions. But even if all of my friends were turning 30 in December like me that would still be true.

So if I didn’t know how old I am, what age would I say? Mid twenties. I like where I am in my life right now and for the most part I like who I am. That’ll do me.

Unless, of course, the question gave you a do over and let you go back to where and what you were at that age. In which case I’d choose 18 and just off to uni. Those years were very important to me – and a hell of a lot of fun!

>On the Internet and leaving twitter

>I deleted my twitter account a week ago. That may or may not be a permanent thing, I haven’t decided yet. If I do return I think the way I use it will be different.

I was getting very frustrated by it on a fairly regular basis. And a few people were asking overly personal questions (including where I’d be when) which made me very uncomfortable. Last Friday in an in person conversation completely unrelated to twitter, a comment was made which made me stop and think. It was about putting myself first. I’m not very good at that. It’s strange because I can leave CAB clients problems behind when I leave the bureau easily. But with friends and online I’m really not good at that and there are lots of times when I take on and try to help others who when it comes down to it wouldn’t or couldn’t do the same for me. Cutting out twitter was something I’d been thinking about for a while and it seemed like the best and quickest way to start putting myself first more often. Not least because for some time I had been wondering if the situation was making my depression and anxiety worse.

It’s not just the putting myself first though. It’s the fact that I don’t make money from this blog but there were tweeters who regularly reposted any blog link I shared in such a way that their business branding showed up on top of my layout – meaning they were making money from MY blog. And the demands to retweet this that and the other all the time and people having a go at me when I asked them not to spam my mentions with those. For me twitter has lost it’s fun aspect.

Online friendship is a strange thing. I have a couple of very good friends I first met online (through the NaNo forums) who I regularly spend time with. Others I occasionally meet up with. And a couple who I’ve known for years, email and IM with regularly but have never met. But you can never know someone who you meet quickly online is who and what they say they are. Or that things are as they seem. Twitter is a prime example of that.

A couple of months ago I tweeted that I was considering moving to a new twitter account. People who followed me but never interacted with me said they’d miss me and didn’t want me to do that. I never heard from them again so they can’t have valued my tweets that much. The tweet in which I announced my leaving twitter was up for a couple of days before I deleted my account. Two people out of the 500 who followed me queried it and as far as I know only one person noticed I’d deleted my account and tried to find out why. Obviously, not everyone will have seen that tweet, others would have seen it on Facebook and I told a couple of people. Interestingly none of the three were the ones I’d gone out of my way to help, who’d made a big deal about us being friends or who months ago had said they’d miss me. I take that as a sign that deciding to take time away and put myself first was the right decision.

I’m much more productive without twitter I’m finding as it frees time up. I do miss it in someways but tellingly it’s not the disability side of it I miss. I miss the writing bits I had, and the news headlines popping up and a few specific people, mostly those I called friends in whatever way before twitter. And of course the humour feeds like Queen_UK which was always good for a giggle.

For now I’m not going back. In the future, maybe. That’s the best I can say at the moment.

>The Obscure Logic Of The Heart by Priya Basil

>I received a copy of The Obscure Logic of The Heart by Priya Basil as a part of the Transworld Reading Group.

This is the text from the back cover:

An epic Romeo and Juliet for the 21st century

In a bustling London café, Anil, now a famous architect, sits waiting for Lina. It is years since he last laid eyes on her, the love of his life.

Lina is running for the train – punctuality has never been her strength. After all this time she cannot be late to meet Anil.

Together, they think back to tragedies both personal and political, betrayals large and small. A past played out across three continents that house their rival worlds: Sikh and Muslim, wealthy and modest, liberal and orthodox, corrupt and moral….

Lina has one more revelation that must be shared with Anil. Might it unite them once and for all, or has it come too late?

I was kept guessing through out this book which I quite liked. As you read about their love story you know it doesn’t work out because the book starts with Anil waiting for Lina after not seeing her for many years. But you never quite see when the end is going to arrive. There were several time when I thought it must be the big moment where it all went wrong but then it turned out it wasn’t.

The revelation Lina had to make too had me wondering and wanting to keep reading to find out what it was. At first I briefly thought it was one thing but once I got more than a couple of chapters in I decided that whilst it was possible it was an unlikely twist. After another chapter I was sure the twist was something else. I was convinced I knew what it was and remained convinced of that for the majority of the book that was it. I was wrong there too and never figured out just what the promised revelation would turn out to be.

This is a fast paced book which moves around the world – UK, Kenya, New York, Sudan. I would have liked to have a bit more description of the places involved as I really like to get a feel for the setting of a book, particularly when it’s a place I know little about. The plot is very character driven however and greater description would have been both unnecessary and possibly taken away from the plot. I could emphasise a lot with Lina throughout the book but found that my opinion of other characters such as Anil changed as I read. I suspect this may have been what the author intended.

I especially liked the way the book leaves some important points ambiguously leaving the reader to decide what they think happened. With some of them it took me a while to decide what I preferred.

>My third 101 in 1001 list

>The Challenge
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.

The Criteria:
Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on your part).

Why 1001 Days?
Many people have created lists in the past – frequently simple challenges such as New Year’s resolutions or a ‘Bucket List’. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organising and timing some tasks such as overseas trips, study semesters, or outdoor activities.

1. Read Les Miserable by Victor Hugo
2. Try 5 new fruits
3. Watch all of Star Trek Voyager
4. Sail by myself in a regatta
5. Reread the Harry Potter books
6. Get a new powerchair
7. Write 1 million words
8. Sort my garden out once and for all.
9. Go a week without using social media
10. Exercise everyday for 3 weeks
11. Knit myself something to wear
12. Visit Ireland
13. Go to at least two Paralympic events
14. Knit all of the animals in my book
15. Read at least 20 books off of my TBR pile
16. Do a 1 day craft workshop for something I’ve never tried before
17. Dye my hair fuchsia and leave it like that for a week.
18. Write everyday for six weeks
19. Go to a Shakespeare play
20. Try 3 new vegetables
21. Customise an item of clothing
22. Read at least more books from my list
23. Do an indoor skydive
24. Speak at another event
25. Knit everyday for a month
26. Try porridge again
27. Try weetabix again
28. Use the standing frame everyday for a week
29 enter the writers forum short story competition 6 times
30 enter the writers forum poetry competition twice
31 do some housework everyday for a month
32. Lose 50lb before Ben and Geri’s wedding
33. Be up before 8 am everyday for two weeks
34. Improve my vocabulary
35. Use my manual chair more when out and about
36. Start a dream journal
37. Work my way through Writing Down The Bones and do the exercises
38. Go on a mini cruise
39. Go 3 weeks without eating in front of a screen or whilst reading
40. Go somewhere new for the day
41. Keep a food diary for six weeks
42. Try a new sport
43. Read a newspaper twice a week for a month
44. Paddle in the sea
45. Wear make up everyday for a month
46. Go 6 weeks without picking up lunch from Boswells or anywhere else
47. Go to a restaurant by myself
48. Share some of my writing on authonomy
49. Watch 10 old films
50. Go to the proms
51. Read 5 books by Charles Dickens
52. Ask a bookseller their favourite book and buy it even if it seems I’d hate it.
53. Read Emma by Jane Austen
54. Sail in the novice racing
55. Sail somewhere new
56. Go on the Eurostar
57. Try a personal shopper
58. Visit Banbury
59. Go to Paris
60. Learn to yoyo
61. Visit 3 new museums
62. Go to the Houses of Parliament
63. Try origami
64. Make a mobile
65. Go to a musical in London
66. Learn proper photo editing techniques
67. Go a month without taking any naps
68. Stop taking on others problems
69. Bake bread
70. Read we need to talk about Kevin
71. Start scrapbooking again
72. Watch some original Doctor Who
73. Don’t eat chicken for a week
74. Drink a smoothie everyday for a month
75. Eat fish every week for 3 months
76. Visit Japan
77. Set 1 day a week as Internet free day and stick to it for 4 months
78. Crochet 15 squares from my book.
79. Take part in Operation Beautiful
80. Do something cultural every month
81. Answer (and blog) the 50 questions that will free your mind.
82. Go swimming by myself again
83. Have a picnic in Hyde park
84. Go for a drink in the Randolph
85. Visit a country I’ve not been to before
86. Try wheelchair abseiling
87. Have a go at drop spinning
88. Read about philosophy
89. Visit the botanical gardens in Oxford
90. Grow potatoes
91. Only use cash to pay for things for a week
92. Work out a realistic budget and stick to it for 2 months
93. Catalogue my books
94. Try sailing a new type of boat
95. Visit Bletchley Park
96. Write a letter to myself to open in 10 years
97. See the Northern Lights
98. Make chocolate cake
99. Go on the open top bus tour of Oxford
100. Make a photo collage for my wall
101. On day 1001 publish a new 101 in 1001 list

>A complete list of the items I have completed on my 2nd 101 in 1001 list

>Today being day 1001 I’ve just sat down and worked out what’s completed.  I’ve completed 54 goals this time round which is slightly better than the first list which I completed 51 goals from.  Several I was very close to completing (more this time than last time I think) but didn’t get there.  Whilst I never aim to complete the entire list I do hope to better it with my third list (which I am very excited about).

Here are the goals I’ve completed

1. Read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
2 Read the first Swallows and Amazons book and the rest if they’re any good
3 Read War and Peace
4 Complete Thing a Day one year
6 Make a serious attempt at learning to Crochet
9 Complete NaBloPoMo
12 Go to bed before midnight every night for a month
13 Buy a new more appropriate life jacket
17 Take a crafty course at the arts centre
18 Enter some creative writing competitions
26 Read 250 new to me books during the 1001 days
28 Make a serious and continued effort to become A Writer
29 Go to see We Will Rock You
30 Join a Stitch n Bitch type group
31 Take meds everyday for six months
33 Read 100 books in a year
34 Spend at least one day a month away from the computer for a year
35 Spend at least one day a week away from the computer for a month
36 Try to have one day a week where I don’t eat in front of the computer for three months.
39 Go shopping at hobbycraft
40 Make more time for crafts
41 Drink more water
43 Sort the black hole known as “under the bed”
44 Reorganise all of the flat and possibly get some parts decorated.
45 Get blinds for my bedroom and possibly the lounge
46 Investigate getting a cleaner rather than carers
48 Get emotional/bored eating under better control
49 Find out from mum exactly how much stuff she has of mine from pre uni, get it back and sort it out
50 Have a go at mosaic making
51 Have a go at weaving
52 Read Catch 22
53 Stop stressing about finances so much.
55 at the end of the 1001 days donate £1 to charity for every goal not met
56 at the end of the 1001 days treat myself to something special. Budget – the number of goals met x £2 each
57 Start a memory/keepsake box
58 Go three weeks without eating chocolate or drinking coke
66 reconnect/get back in touch with old friends
72 create/buy notecards with some of my photos
75 go on a random day out
79 make more of an effort to recycle
80 Buy fewer new books (use the library, charity shops and borrow them from people instead)
81 come up with a funky and appropriate bag which can live on my powerchair safely and securely
82 make more of an effort to actually walk
83 sort my sofa out so I can use it more
84 Lose some weight
85 Buy new cloth pads
86 paint my nails more often
87 spend an entire day in my pyjamas
88 write about my school days
94 buy new bedding
96 visit the Ashmolean
98 remember and mark people’s birthdays
100 research family history/genalogy
101 on day 1001 publish a new 101 in 1001 list