Well a fairly uneventful journey back from the Maldives, beside the sea plane flying through heavy rain and then 2.5 hour wait at Male airport before we could checkin. Saying that the move through Male airport was a breeze, so much smoother than most UK airports.

4.5 hours flight from Male to Doha, a 1.5 hour wait then a 7.5 hour flight from Doha to Manchester. Mrs Fogg was unfortunately on the verge of losing her lunch, since there was onion in the earlier flight meal and as we explained she was feeling sick the only thing on the cabin crew’s question list was “is it COVID”, which we had to try and explain several times as they desperately wanted to disembark us before flying. No it’s mild food poisoning from a previous flight “well it couldn’t be a Qatar flight” came the response, “but it was”, we replied. “Must be COVID we get doctor!”.

Eventually we got to continue on and 7 hours Kip, left Mrs Fogg all fighting fit and raring to go. And for the first time ever, we landed at Manchester at 0715, cleared the farcical UK border control, collected our luggage from the broken conveyor belt, navigates the abandoned wheelchairs and found the unmarked bus stop to the car park, eventually driving away from the airport by 0750.

And now all set for work, whoop and kitchen tiling, what an exciting life we lead.