I went away for two nights this week. I stayed in a beautiful hotel in Kerry, right on the water, one which is famous for its old-world glamour. As far as I can tell, this means it serves complimentary tea and cake at 4pm and the bedroom walls are so thin, I felt like I was having a threesome with the couple in the bedroom next to me every time they had sex. (When they finished, the man said “that was marvellous, darling,” and honestly, if the next person I sleep with doesn’t say something similar to me, I’m going to be devastated.)
I used to do this before I got into my last relationship. Every two months,