Anne of Green Gables

 When I have all the time in the world to blog, I can never think of anything to write; and then when I have a dearth of potential blog material I never have enough time to sit and write it out.
This is irony, apparently.
Well, this is one of the all-the-time-in-the-world-times so I thought I would do a quick little book review, just for a change :) (Such an original idea..)
I am currently re-reading the Anne of Green Gables series for the billionth time. They are the type of book you pick up and then have to carry on reading; corny I know, but it's physically true!
I grew up with Anne of Green Gables.
We were bosom friends and kindred spirits (back then, that is...) I used to desperately want red hair.
She ruined my childhood ideals. They could have been so innocent, so lofty. But no. She brought them down to the envies of red hair.
If only Anne had had a blog we would have all got bored of her... but alas this was not to be, and instead we are forced to like her and laugh over her and long for her to make up with Gilbert Blythe because we are all in love with him anyway and we know its going to happen so why prolong the suspense?!
So if you haven't read the books, read them. And if you have read them, read them again!!

(Was just wondering how I WOULD look with red hair... I think not)

Exercise - and of COURSE I'm not complaining...

(Lately the weather has been like this. And tomorrow I'm expected to jog in it! It's like running through a fog... It IS running through a fog, actually.)

Exercise? Why not?! It's as popular a topic as any. Very popular in fact, hence the naggings from parents and certain friends I could mention.
I thought I'd write about it since I do it so little. I'm not lazy (of course), its just that exercise is not a subject which fills me with enthusiasm.  Perhaps, mehopes, my blogged musings might inspire me...
Well, I actually went for a little jog to the postbox the other day, which incidentally is just down the street. People who saw me probably assumed I was being chased by a knife-wielding mugger.
Unsurprisingly, nobody offered assistance or even bothered to check if I needed it; there's society today for you!
I reached my destination wheezing like a dying fish and then forced myself to turn homeward immediately; since one of my reprehensible parents had told me that it was only when you were in pain that you were truly exercising. I think that is an unspeakable falsehood. Exercise is defined as 'improving your health' and I cannot believe anything is improving when you're hobbling along in agony. :(
So, I there I went in the style of an old, old lady. As a thought, I hope the old lady watching me from by the bus stop realised my manner was coincidental and a result of my exercise rather than a crude mimic. It's not good.
Well, all I can say is that maybe I should have asked for a treadmill for Christmas. Then at least I would be able to perfect my agonies unseen...
But it's not happening.
Apparently I am to go jogging with a friend tomorrow. A friend whos family win long-distance RACES and who go trotting 8 miles before breakfast. And who apparently is going to make me run 2 miles at least and who I know is going to watch me turn purple and will laugh in my face...
And I KNOW it will be foggy tomorrow...!