We got up at 5am for what was always likely to be a stressful and frustrating day of will-we-won't-we be able to get home. At Dubai airport, Tracy decided to be cheeky and hunt out the BA desk to see if there was any way that we could avoid our trip to Jordan.
We found that the 2am BA flight to Jordan was actually flying, but it was so delayed that in fact there was tons of space on it, and she sweet-talked the lovely man into letting us sneak onto it, which would mean that we got back about 10 hours earlier than scheduled without any waiting around – hooray!!!!
Once we got back, it was straight to hospital for Tracy for them to confirm that she had indeed broken her wrist and she was put in a cast – so a Christmas of immobility for her and one of being a carer for me, but at least we were home.