
I’ve started my Christmas holidays from this weekend and this was a conversation between myself and Laura. I didn’t actually have a physical list!

I’ve started my Christmas holidays from this weekend and this was a conversation between myself and Laura. I didn’t actually have a physical list!

Went to our first pub quiz a week ago. There were 6 categories: occupations, Sports, Royalty/Royal family, celebrities (photo round), music and keyboard. Our team won mainly because we smashed the keyboard round!
Remember, Big Bear is a keyboard warrior (https://beingbears.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/1894/)

The last couple weeks have been quite busy. I’m happy we managed to get one more comic out this month. Apologies for the lack of consistent updaes.

Apologies for being this late wit Bears. Lots of things have happened and were slowly getting back to normal. Hopefully Bears will be back on a regular schedule

It’s been a while since Little Bear got her microscope (check out Not For Snacks).
Normally, to gather samples from a lake, you would get a specialised boat with a winch-like apparatus in the middle that will push through the lake bed and extract a sediment core, from which you can investigate your microbes at varying depths. However Little Bear was on a budget.

We were driving back from Bristol and we stopped at a place for ice-cream (after nearly running out of petrol!). The ice-cream shop had some goats and a large boar.
Laura made a joke about taking some boar bristles for her hairbrush at home (it’s made of boar bristles), and well we imagined what Bears would do.
A while back (5 years ago!) we made a comic about Little Bear’s furbrush.

In case it isn’t clear, there’s glitter on Big Bear’s tie and on Little Bear in the third panels.

I love to eat peanuts. However, my tummy does not like when there are too much peauts in it. Also, I have no self control!

Being Bears are back after a nice break.
This one is a usual occurance in our home. I would listen to my podcasts while cooking and not hear when Laura enter the kitchen, which would scare the bejesus out of me.