guilty pleasure

I intended to sneak this delicious treat (a gift from the Nutts, purchased from Betty's) into Mr B's bags before he left this morning. Sadly I totally forgot and only remembered when Eve went for her afternoon nap and I was rooting about for a snack. Cue a cup of hot water, stage 3 on the box and an amazing treat. My guilt did not infringe on the tastiness of Betty's baking (and to be fair, I felt far less concerned when Mr B messaged to say he'd seen the tour cycle past his meeting room).