It’s getting easier and easier to put my socks on. I think I’ve mentioned here before how Serkan currently takes Wednesday mornings off, so I don’t have my usual morning support. It’s not an issue: I just slowly get myself dressed and take myself up to Costa in Eltham. I’ve been able to put my own clothes on since I was little, but I’ve always struggled with my socks. They are so awkward and fiddly. I’ve developed a technique of sitting in my armchair, leaning forward and trying to hook them over my toes, but it’s kind of like a cowboy trying to lasso a rabid cow! I often grumble to myself that writing my Masters thesis was easier. However, it must be said that I now don’t find it anywhere near as difficult as I once did: it just needs me to relax and open the hole of the sock nice and wide. I have now got the whole process down to under ten minutes, which, believe me, is quite an achievement. What once took me about seven or eight attempts for each foot now only needs two or three. And I suppose that’s an attitude which you can apply to anything: you can do anything you put your mind to, from putting your socks on to getting a Masters, if you just keep going.