My partner and I have fun all the time

Fun is a skill, and it decays quietly once a couple gets busy. Logistics expand to fill the evening. The joint account gets more airtime than the joint sense of humour.

It comes back through something stupid rather than something planned. A running commentary in the supermarket aisle. A terrible impression of the neighbour. Dancing to whatever is on while the pasta boils.

None of that needs a free weekend. It needs one person to be slightly ridiculous first, and today that could be you.