I’ve completed 51 things on my 101 list.  Yay!  Er you don’t seem too impressed.  Fair enough.  It’s not like they were all world changing events – not for you anyway.   For me, well, OK perhaps world changing would be over egging it a bit, but all very nice things to have achieved.  Glad to have some of the safely tucked under the belt and others I look forward to doing again.

Now for the other 49.  Some of these look truly impossible at this point and one or two give me the shivers.  Which sadist suck them on the list?  Who?  Me?  Are you certain, because they don’t look like things I would write on my _own_ list of things to do.  Oh.  Bugger – so I’ve only myself to blame.

Note to self: be a bit vaguer on the next 1001 list and remember that you’ll change your views about stuff during the 1001 days so don’t stick a bunch of stupid tasks on there just because you saw them on the internet.

I think I will try to take a few of the easy ones that I’ve put off and also try to make a inroads into the one’s where it’s going to take months to complete.  Like Number 1.  Write a Novel.  Feck! I’m an idiot.  At least it didn’t say a good novel.  So it might be worse.  And it’s 1.  The first thing that I wrote on the list.  So I sat down a couple of years ago and said to myself – yeah, lets have at that 1001 thing.  Then for the first thing I wanted to do, I wrote down: Write a novel.   Why on Gods green earth did I choose that at all, let alone as the first thing I wanted to do.  Barmey.  Fine.  How hard can it be to write a short novel that doesn’t have to be good.  How many words do you need for a short story to become a novel?  I dunno.  More words than I’ve written in total since I started on the list I expect.  Argh. Well, at least it makes doing 50 push-ups in a row look easy, so that’s something.  Maybe I can ask the nun I’m supposed to talk to about it.  Did I really write this list.  Yes, yes I did.  Oh dear.