My guilty pleasure…is probably alone time.
I never used to like being alone-alone. If I wanted to read my book, I wouldn’t stay up in my room, I’d curl up on the sofa while my family watched telly (used to drive my Mum mad) I’d always be the quiet one in social situations – I like them, but they overwhelm me somewhat.
Now I live in a house with noisy boys, and currently my sister and her partner as well while they get a new place sorted. It’s all a bit much.
So my guilty pleasure is being by myself, with nothing to do except what I fancy. I never get bored on my own these days! I’m currently in the house on my own, and am likely to be for the rest of the afternoon. I’m going to ignore the cleaning, keep my feet up, do some blogmin, read my book and watch the Good Wife on Netflix.
Though I don’t feel guilty at all (except about the cleaning).