Challenge 51 - UPDATE

During my year, I have.....

.....explored my creativity
.....taken to the skies
.....conquered my fears (or not, you damned spider!)
.....permanently altered my appearance
.....communed with nature
.....nurtured new talents
.....got fit (and then unfit again)
.....laughed ....a lot
.....dipped my toe into the murky world of crime
.....discovered a love of writing
.....learnt not to say 'no' when 'yes' is more fun
.....tasted adrenalin .... and liked it
.....walked round London in my underwear
.....been eaten alive
.....marvelled at the wonder of nature
.....been spiritually awakened
.....been cold - very cold!
.....experienced and loved the high life (The Ritz!)
.....experienced and loved the not-so-high life (the dogs!)
.....been culturally educated and enlightened
.....risked my life
.....stripped
.....performed to an audience
.....opened my eyes
.....rekindled old friendships
.....counted my many blessings
.....relived my youth
.....embarrassed my children (I apologise)
.....bankrupted my husband (I apologise again)
.....lost some dear friends (Luke and Lynn, you are in my thoughts)

but I have still NEVER.....

.....seen the Sound of Music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well done to the one person (whoever you are) whom I failed to deceive.  £10 is winging its way to charity on your behalf.  Thank you to my lovely friends, Lorraine, Ruth and Tracy, who donned wimples and habits in the West End for no reason at all, and who played along magnificently with my ruse.  And just for the record I would rather have my teeth pulled out without anaesthetic, than watch the Sound of Music!!!!

A final THANK YOU to all of you who accompanied me, encouraged me, supported me, laughed with me, drank with me, despaired of me, lied with me, paid for me (Iain!) on this wonderful journey.  I hope along the way I have inspired you all to challenge yourselves, to follow your dreams, to say yes, and not to put off till tomorrow what you can do today.    Thank you and goodbye..........but keep your bags packed!

Challenge 51- DECEIVE, AND GET AWAY WITH IT!!!

As a woman of virtue and integrity, this challenge goes against the grain, so I apologise to all my trusting friends and family.  The art of deception has always eluded me - my nose twitches and I hum mysteriously when I lie - but I feel this is the year to perfect the skill and use it.  In fact I am slightly worried by the frisson of excitement I felt while completing this challenge, and by the shiver of anticipation I am experiencing thinking of future deceptions.  Be warned and listen for the hum....

You see, one of the challenges I claim to have completed is in fact a fake, cunningly planned and executed with stealth, but with my fingers firmly crossed behind my back.  I invite all of you who have followed my adventures to guess which of the 50 is the imposter.  I shall donate £10 to charity (CRY - Cardiac Risk in the Young) for every one of you who guesses right.
There is only one person on earth who knows the truth, so they are of course banned from joining in.

Unless of course, I am cleverer than I think I am, and this is the fake!

VOTE FOR THE ONE YOU THINK I FAKED ON THE POLL TO THE RIGHT OF MY BLOG.

Thanks to you all for your support and interest - you have been wonderful travelling companions on this mad journey.

Challenge 50 - STAY IN AN ICE HOTEL

What a finale to my year of madness and memories!  Spending a night on the top of a 2000m alpine mountain, with only ice and snow protecting us from the elements and in the company of 22 of my ever-so-slightly-bonkers ski buddies.


The highlights were many and memorable:-

- watching the sun set over the mountains as the last cable car descended taking with it all remnants of civilisation, comfort and warmth.
- sitting in the ice bar wrapped in reindeer skins, sipping warm Jager Tea and gluhwein
- soaking in a hot tub under a cloudless sky with icicles forming on your eyebrows and hair - followed of course by an obligatory quick roll in the snow a la swedish.
- stargazing while lying in the snow to the sound of Pie Jesu, contemplating the meaning of life, celebrating the wonder of nature and being humbled by our insignificance.
- admiring the spectacular creativity of the ice artists who had sculpted every wall and surface into dream-like scenes of dragons, unicorns, moons, stars, giant hands, forests etc..
- waking up in the morning alive and still with feeling in our extremities.











The lowlights were few and funny:-

- it was chilly to say the least, -10 degrees outside and a balmy -3 degrees in our toasty igloos - where are the hot flushes when you need them?
- being expected to share our romantic petal strewn igloo with 2 random German strangers - and declining - that challenge was definitely not on my list!
- running from igloo to hot tub dressed only in swimsuit, woolly hat and snow boots, while avoiding the would-be paparazzi lurking in the shadows (you know who you are!)
-drying (aka exfoliating) yourself with a frozen solid towel remembering not to bend over in case your bottom sticks to the walls.
- waking in the morning to a blizzard and having to plan a Shackleton type expedition to find the toilet facilities.



    
I could not have asked for a better way to finish the year, or for better people to share it with - thank you for coming along for the ride (especially if that was the first time you had slept in a sleeping bag! - what an introduction to camping!).  Thanks too to the Iglu-Lodge guides for their good humour, tolerance and patience.


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The adventure is over - back to normality/reality/sobriety/sanity/senility. My challenges are complete.........

...........   OR ARE THEY?

Challenge 49 - DO A SOLSTICE AT STONEHENGE

WOW!   AND WOW AGAIN!

This one took me completely by surprise.  Was expecting it be a box-ticking challenge, and actually had a slightly spiritual experience.  I have always thought I was just a plain old common-or-garden atheist, but am now detecting an undercurrent of humanism, with a hint of paganism, and maybe even a dusting of druid-ism.  I am therefore much more exciting than I thought I was! Or rather than I was yesterday.

Everything fell into place - my 3 children got up willingly at 4.45 am, the weather was 'balmy' and dry, the car-park had one last space left with our name on it, and the sun even popped its head out of a cloudy sky to rise majestically and cast its light through the narrow gap in the stones. To top it all my gorgeous friend, Jane, arrived from London abandoning her car on a verge and scaling some barbed wire to be with us.  I do love you Jane!

It was a true celebration of life - in all its most weird and wonderful forms, but all smiling and happy.  It had all the optimistic revelry of New Year's Eve, but without the hangover of disappointment and anti-climax that often accompanies it.  Life may not get better, but the days are definitely going to get longer - so let's celebrate.

The stones were the true star of the show.  To stand within the inner circle, leaning against these iconic giants, watching the sun rise was a privilege.  As humans they make us feel small by towering over us, yet as humans they make us feel tall by reminding us of what we can achieve using our amazing brains, bodies and spirit.

I know where I'll be this time next year, complete with mistletoe, bells, antlers, stick and some velveteen curtains.  Care to join me?

Challenge 48 - STAR IN A PANTO

I do not do drama, or role play, or performing, or even pretending to eat a non-existent cake for the 127th time off a plastic plate in a plastic cafe run by 5 year olds.  An occupational hazard, but one I avoid at all costs, usually by hiding in the cupboard.

Sadly on Tuesday, and thanks to all my colleagues' evil and vindictive disposition, the cupboard was locked and I was forced into a Jolly Postman costume, and thrust onto 'stage' in front of the whole school to play the lead role in our annual festive AD-LIB panto.  There were no lines to learn, no stage directions to rehearse, no characters to absorb - just fear to conquer, embarrassment to overcome, ordeals to dread, 250 children to entertain, my dignity to preserve and my knees to stop knocking.

And I was SO right to be fearful.  I had to drink magic potions with the Wicked Witch, eat uncooked porridge with the Three Bears, be chased by the Big Bad Wolf, dance the Macarena with the Ugly Sisters, perform an Irish jig on my own and stand on a table singing "I believe I can fly" - twice!

By the end, I did believe I could fly, I did believe I could touch the sky - I had risen to the challenge, and unexpectedly quite enjoyed it.  The smell of the grease-paint had tickled my nostrils, the roar of applause had echoed in my ears, the stage lights had dazzled my eyes.

Broadway here I come......dahling!  I think about it every night and day, I spread my wings and fly away.....

Thanks to everyone for pushing me very forcefully out of my comfort zone in the cupboard.

Challenge 47 - INVENT A COCKTAIL

This challenge had an element of danger - locking me in a room with 30 bottles of weird and wonderful spirits and liqueurs, and instructing me not to emerge until I had invented a super-cocktail with extra zing and oomph!  I was gone some time, but eventually emerged with not just one elixir of loveliness, but three.  And I was still upright.  Though a little cross-eyed.  And giggling.  A lot.

I am not precious with my talents - I will share the fruits of my tipples for all to enjoy:

Hot Flush:
1 shot blackberry brandy
1 shot vodka
1 shot ginger wine
1 dessertspoon chilli syrup


Menopausal Madness:
1 shot grand marnier
1 shot tequila
1/2 shot grenadine
1 shot orange juice

Fab-at-Fifty Festive Fandango:
1 shot brandy
1 shot vermouth
1 shot cranberry juice
1/2 shot spice syrup.


Get out the charity shop cocktail dresses, slip on your dancing shoes, get mixing, shaking and stirring... and let the party begin.......










.......and end, many hours later, when I eventually fall into bed full of festive fandango, oozing menopausal madness and experiencing a serious hot flush.

I awake next morning, feeling both shaken and stirred, and hoping that the cocktail fairies might have arrived during the night to restore my kitchen to its pre-cocktail order, and my head to its pre-cocktail happy place.  

Alas - both the cocktail fairies and James Bond have left the building!  Kitchen remains hungover, and head is in a sticky mess.

But I still love cocktails!

Challenge 46 - GO TO BINGO

What an adrenalin rush!  Dabber  poised over your sheet of numbers, beads of sweat forming on your brow, hand shaking in anticipation, brain creaking under the pressure of relaying high-speed messages from ears to hand, pound signs floating temptingly in front of your eyes, the word 'HOUSE' perched precariously on the tip of your tongue................'two and four, twenty four'......... sharp intake of breath - one number closer to the big win.........followed two seconds later by hatred and loathing for the player from Bromborough who snatched victory from my eager and more deserving grasp.

Completely and alarmingly addictive.

Mandy, Louise, Monica and I had set out earlier that night in curlers and headscarves for an evening of fun and frivolity, never imagining the consequences of dipping our dabbers (or should I say Fan Dabber Dozis)  into the cut-throat world of the Bingo hall.  After having been told on arrival at Gala Bingo, Bournemouth, that we were too late to participate - resulting in tears and tantrums -, we were thrown a lifeline by the lovely manageress, who allowed us to join in for the late session.  Once through the double doors of destiny, we took our table at the back, far enough away from the pros for our sniggers to go unheard.  Gradually we allowed ourselves to be seduced by the fluorescent lighting, the smooth velvety voice of the caller, the steely determination of our fellow gamers, the thrill of the chase.... and of course by naked greed!  We were hooked, and proud to be so!



All too soon it was over, leaving the bitter taste of disappointment seeping into our Pinot grigios.  We were the last to leave, long after the 'two fat ladies', the 'little duck' and the 57 Heinz varieties had left the building. Unlucky for some, clickety click.



Our spirits were lifted by a poster at the exit.

"FREE UNLIMITED BINGO - EVERY THURS AFTERNOON."

 Mmmmm......worth missing Countdown for?