SOMETIMES, I don't know how, but without realising, a TV programme seeps into your life and before you know, it's one of your not-to-miss favourites.

Flog It! is fast becoming one of mine.

Whether it's host Paul Martin's soft lispy face and hilarious attempts at smalltalk while waiting for the auction, or the joy when smug expert James Braxton gets it wrong, I don't know, but I'm hooked.

For those who don't know, Flog It! is the show where you bring the old junk that's been littering the spare room for decades and they put it under the hammer.

That's the beauty of it unlike Antiques Roadshow and Bargainhunters, the pieces are often only worth little more than £50, which makes you want to start hunting around your own house for the pieces of tat you might be able to flog.

Last night in Margate we had Doris and her Wedgwood dessert dishes, Mike with his collection of books about moths and Mona's gaudy-patterned tea and coffee service.

Sadly all the items made at least what the experts had predicted it's always good fun when they flounder and nobody wants to bid for them.

Last night's was a happy ending. Doris was thrilled the plates she paid 10p for at a car boot sale 20 years ago were snapped up at £55, the moth books went for a £290 and surprise of the show, Mona's tea set, sold for £500.

"I can't believe it. That'll buy us a new carpet," she shrieked.

Me neither it was awful.