Afternoon my lovelies. It's 5.15pm, it's dark, the heating is on, dinner is cooking and the kids' uniforms are ready for the week ahead. This means I can now to decide on the evening's viewing and I don't mind telling you, this is the time of the year when Sunday nights involve one of my televisual (I know I think I made that up) guilty pleasures.....
I'm addicted. Never miss an episode.
Love the expressions on the owner's faces when they're told their Auntie Ida's funny paperweight is a Faberge egg and worth thousands.
Love it, even more, when they're told Uncle Bert's Toby Jug is a knock-off and worth 50p.
I just bloody love it!
I have a few other guilty pleasures, I'm not ashamed... Come Dine with Me, Four in a Bed and every single vet programme on the box. (Including Bondi Vet and his fantastical Desperate Dan chin).
So, my gawgeous pals, what's your guilty pleasure.... c'mon, 'fess up!