Tagged, egad!

[shewhomust]

Tagged by sekhmets_song to list my top five guilty pleasures. I have the same problem as Song with this one, and I'll adopt the same solution: I'm not much for guilty pleasures, but I'll list five things that feel like indulgences:

1. Countdown, the TV words & numbers game whose audience is, by definition, too old and infirm for anything more exciting: you can tell by the ads, which are all for denture fixatives, stair lifts and holidays for the over-50s (come to think of it, some of those look pretty good...)


2. Fruit: oh, I know that eating plenty of fruit is a virtue, but I'm inclined to buy more than I can eat (because it would be so terrible if we ran out).


3. Sleep. I love that ten minutes in the morning when I'm only half emerging from sleep, and half deliberately snuggling back down into it. I can spin it out for much longer, of course, and the drifting into sleep at night isn't bad either, but when I should be getting up in the morning is the one time that sleep almost never eludes me.


4. Clutter: it's not buying things that's my downfall, it's that I find it so hard to get rid of anything. Looking around me there's a tiny puffin, a pencil sharpener in the shape of a crocodile, framed photos, a ceramic rhinoceros, a Michelin man, a tin bucket which was full of honey but now holds pens and pencils, bowls, pots, two glass paperweights, jars full of paperclips and drawing pins, two beanie babies - not to mention boxes of postcards, and books stacked on every surface. And that's just in my study. And although I occasionally admit that all this Stuff is getting out of hand, actually, I like it.


5. And did I mention LJ? It devours my time. There's posts to be written, and other people's posts to be read, and links to be followed up and games to be played...

But the indulgences that I feel guilty about are the one's that aren't pleasures: the evening spent watching television that I didn't actually enjoy. Pleasure is its own justification.

I won't tag anyone, because it seems presumptuous: if the meme doesn't appeal, let it pass, but if it does, please consider yourself tagged.

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[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

Hey, I gave you that Michelin Man! That's Bibendum, he's not clutter.