Delays

Wednesday 8th December

We are off to snorkel with Manta rays today, which means an early start. By early I mean we have to meet at 9:15. Its currently 8:37 and we are supposed to have breakfast first, the husband is of course still getting showered. He will only have himself to blame when my hangry self sets in.

I realised that I went steaming straight into my holiday before telling you about the stressful journey we had to get here.

I know that literally the entire world has had a stressful year or so to say the least and I am by no means belittling anyone else’s experiences but I needed this break. Work has been a nightmare, my mental health has been affected and the week before our holiday, I lost my beautiful friend, which I am not quite ready to write about yet.

Our flight was due to depart Heathrow at 14:55. I generally like to get the airport early anyway, I feel happier once I’ve dropped my bags off and the only thing I need to worry about then is getting to the gate in time. Me being me and hating to be late for anything insisted we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. We were supposed to arrive 2 hours before our flight, but I insisted on booking our taxi at 10:30, I couldn’t be in the house for too long without my Toby.
The journey to Heathrow is usually just over an hour, of course there was traffic on the M25 and we arrived at the airport at 12, I felt pleased that my need to be on time had finally paid off.
The airport wasn’t particularly busy, fabulous we should have time to grab some lunch as I hadnt yet eaten anything. We headed to the Qatar airways in section A, which turned out to be its own little section of Chaos.
We had checked in online and usually there are machines to print bag labels off for this but we couldn’t see any designated to Qatar. The husband asked a member of staff and he told us to join a specific queue, so we did. The queue got even bigger after we joined and there were people arguing as there were two seperate queues to join our one queue, I was grateful to not be in one of those. We barely moved in 15 minutes when I spotted a queue that said online check in. FFS! The husband went and asked another member of staff who said we should in fact be in this queue. It was a lot shorter than the one we were in, but now we were at the back of the queue and this one was even slower, which I…