Two nights, one car, no polite excuse to leave early. Here’s how a first weekend away really unfolds — including the Saturday slump nobody warns you about. Rachel, 33, from Plymouth, spent forty minutes standing over an open suitcase trying to decide between her proper pyjamas and the nice ones. She’d been seeing Tom elevenContinue reading “The First Weekend Away Together — What Actually Happens, Friday Night to Sunday Teatime”
