Normally am quite frightened of the mail. Brings things such as bills and licence renewals telling me how very very old I'm getting. Also brings me rejection letters but sometimes also brings acceptance letters. But there's that anticipation before you open something from the mail that is always present. You know right off when it's a bill; but the anticipation comes when you try and guess how bad the bill might actually be. Hoping against hope it's not as huge as the last one, and in hindsight hating yourself for running the heating/cooling 24/7.

But today was different day. Today received something very exciting. Something that I knew instantly what it was. Today received my Day-Timer cataloge.

Instant gratification. Rip off plastic wrap and flick through pages and pages of binders, diary inserts, notepads and To Do Lists pads. Oh, my gosh, some kind of heaven, this is. I know what a lot of you would say; why don't you use an electronic diary? Palm Pilot or Blackberry? Well, have tried having electronic diary. Had Palm phone and thing was utterly useless. Who wants to spend a full minute trying to write in someone's birthday? Or sitting there with that ridiculous little pen flicking your way through the calender? No; I like seeing what's coming up in my week on paper. Like making To Do lists on the actual date and being able to strike through it with a pen, which gives it a satisfying finality.

Have put together my list of what I need (and what I want). Next years diary; thinking of Serenity or Garden Path. Wide-ruled note pads (because have large writing). Also like the look of the Self-Stick Hot List notes and Moveable Action Lists. Not that I need it, but am looking longingly at new binders. Mine is perfectly fine, and in perectly in good order. Yet am quite liking the look of the Southwest range; nice tan-coloured full-grain leather with embossed trim on the binder. Mmm. Lovely. Also like the Outback range; leather that looks better with age. Lovely again.

Can you tell am incredibly obsessed, no? But is my guilty pleasure. A pleasant surprise in the mail box, that makes me happy.

Do you have a guilty pleasure that others may find boring or a little stupid?