Beer or bears?

The boy tried to drag me away from the tv tonight and out to a beer festival. I resisted as I needed my fill of Masterchef and the fantastic bear programme. I never thought I would get so excited by a nature programme (yet another sign of reaching thirty). So I sent him out to get me a blipfoto. It was either this or a picture of the old first aid lady with a walking stick. That's his kind of humour, it often gets lost on me. The boy must try harder.