Tiny keyboard, don’t let me down

This is my first full post done on my iPhone, so let’s see how well it goes.
The trip has been good so far, after first couple of adjustment days. Max has been a dynamo of fun and energy, capering about like a pixie on a sugar high.
I’ve just chewed through the second of two books that I brought with me, so now i guess it’s time to turn the brain to ‘create’.
Strangely, I have been achy for no observable reason. Particularily, my feet are sore. Dunno why, maybe the northern air causes my feet to swell.
Goodnight, dear Internet. I’ll send more notes later.

Things might get a touch sporadic round here

“What?? You, become less reliable in your blogging???” you cry with sarcastic surprise in your voice. Well that’s a terrible attitude you have there, partner. We’re heading up north to visit the in-laws in Thunder Bay for the next week, so I may or may not be able to manage my recently avowed schedule of 3 times a week.  We shall see what we see.I hope to crank out an unspecified but impressive amount of handwritten fiction while I’m ‘away’ so wish me luck.

Fowl Attack! Citizens Unreactive!

London: At least one man was viciously assaulted while on an innocuous trip to a local historical attraction. Residents are advised to be aware of the unpredictable nature of all wild and slightly domesticated animals. An interview with the wounded man follows.

Fake News: Sir, please describe the event.

Slow-witted father: Well, I saw the geese during our visit to the pioneer village, and they were honking in excitement when we approached them. The boy held back of course, showing wisdom beyond his years, but I went closer.

FN: Did it occur to you that they were hungry geese?

SWF: Yes, but I ignored that idea. They popped their heads through the fence, and I put out my hand in an attempt to pet one. That’s when it bit me.

FN: Geese don’t have teeth.

SWF:  Fine. It pinched me with it’s mouth. Happy?

FN: Why did you think it was a good idea to try and pet a goose?

SWF:….shut up, that’s why.

The interviewee stormed off after this. Worst interview ever.

Just in case you notice me exhibiting strange, gooselike tendencies, you now know why: I may have been attacked by a weregoose. Sometimes we teach our children by demonstrating first-hand stupidity and it’s consequences. He was even helpful enough to point out my goose wound to his mother.