Bear blog

I've just eaten a licquorice toffee (I know, it was horrible) that, just for a couple of moments, tasted like the tortilla chips my dad used to buy when I was little. Happy memories of sitting in front of the fire with my dad and nibbling on a corner of a chip (they were too spicy to eat a whole one) came flooding back. Until I started tasting the licqourice. Bleugh!

I love my dad, me.