The honeymoons are over, folks! These poor bastards got four days to undertake some conflict-causing holiday activities (horse-riding, crocodile canoeing, bed-sharing) before being rushed right back to the real world.
My spidey senses tell me that all of these couples gave it up (sexually) on their honeymoons, though rudely none of them would tell us any juicy info about freaky peccadilloes such as dirty-talk, or post-sex crying.
Never mind, maybe that’ll come later, when they’ve stopped even pretending to like each other.
In Sydney, Christie’s packing to move to Mark’s Victoria farm, which will never work in a million years, no matter how many pairs of cowboy boots she packs.
She arrives, wearing the boots and a flannelette shirt, to pronounce that the house is like “going back in time.”
“It reminds me of my school,” she says, bafflingly.
Xavier is preparing to welcome Simone into his “man space”. He has done his hair in its best quiff and is wearing his tightest shorts. He’s ready.
He has neglected to make any space for her in his anally-organised wardrobe. He offers her some shelf space in his TV stand.
In Melbourne, Clare is preparing her French bulldog Dutchy for Jono's arrival. Clare conducts a conversation with the dog, but it's clear the canine is not actually responding but rather suffers sinus issues from years of selective breeding.
Clare has thoughtfully bought Jono a T-shirt to remind him of his honeymoon tantrum.