When it gets to winter time I find all I see is couples... EVERYWHERE.. snogging on street corners, holding hands and being generally in love at Christmas..

To be perfectly honest I have 2 reactions to this... 1. It makes me want to vomit, and 2. I am filled with intense jealousy. So there you have it - I hate it but I want it.. but I think if I had it right now it would drive me nuts and I'd have reaction number 1 at my own behaviour..

So as I don't have a man to snuggle up with in the evenings I have invested in an item of clothing, which could now be the embodiment of why I am single.. It is a onesy, with pink flamingos all over it.. this would be bad enough in itself but let me tell you the first in what I'm sure will be a long line of stories involving the repulsive effect this onesy has on men.. not that i plan on wearing it in front of men.. much, unless they are related to me, housemates, or VERY good friends... I must warn you that I am already in love with this onesy and would wear it everywhere if I could. ( I can see this being a slippery slope into spinsterdom.. even more so as my sister has a matching one) Anyway... back on topic..

A while ago my housemate had his brother come to stay and after a few too many drinks said brother and I enjoyed a small romantic encounter.. (PG not explicit), this weekend brother was meant to be coming down to visit but couldn't at the last minute, housemate had to go away too for family things and so for want of nothing better to do off i went to my sisters for Saturday night to indulge in a Strictly Come Dancing, X factor binge.

I ended up staying there until late Sunday evening.. having spent most of Sunday in my onesy feeling pretty under the weather when the time came to come home I thought 'noone will be home so I'll just stick my shoes and coat on over my (extremeley attractive) adult romper suit'.. you can see where this is going I'm sure..

I pulled up at home, parked the car and saw a light on in the lounge... (wonderful, but it'll only be Tom so that's fine) how wrong I was...

Having had to cancel his party weekend in Plymouth the brother had decided to come down for a few days. I cannot tell you the feeling of shame and regret that washed over me as I rounded the corner into the lounge and saw housemate and brother there looking at me like some crazy woman who'd just rocked up out of nowhere with her 40 cats. Needless to say the onesy killed all hopes of rekindling the romance this weekend.. not that I minded too much.

At least now I have a weapon to get rid of any unwanted attention.. I can wear a onesy on a date right?!

Nwis xx