Guilty Pleasure; something, such as a film, television programme, or piece of music, that one enjoys despite feeling that it is not generally held in high regard

Sometimes, I will say to Paul “I’m going up to bed to read for a bit” when really I’m going up to watch a load of those fail videos and laugh until it hurts or there are tears.  A lot of the time, it’s both.  I laugh out loud and do the laugh.  It’s a bit like my mam’s.  She’s known for her laugh.  It’s where I cackle and sound like a witch…but every now and again, watching these videos…God it feels soo good.

Sometimes, when it’s bedtime and we’re heading up to read together for a bit, with all the good intentions of picking up a book, I’ll pick up my kindle or iPhone…please don’t judge me ;) .  Robb, Alf and I will huddle together on mine and Paul’s bed and search for more funny videos.  We’ll laugh with each other and sometimes at each other if there’s some “snaughling” (google it!) going on and there will always, ALWAYS be “just un arall, plis Mam” {just one more, please Mam} pleas at the end…and Mam never says no.  I just can’t help it.

But it’s our thing, my guilty pleasure and I absolutely love it.

Guilty Pleasure, come on, what’s yours?