Frank and Robyn Visit Europe for Christmas: The Journey Begins-At the Qatarring edge of disaster

Arrive prematurely at Tulla but are entertained by a bevy of young Polish folk singers. Check in uneventful and speedy and then to the Qantas lounge for a fine repast of traditional beef stew and gluggy rice. We were fortunate enough to be entertained by a lady person who felt that we all needed to listen to her phone conversation; I did ask her to keep her voice down as her conversation was not all that interesting-she suggested I should move to a different location. In order not to escalate I had another bloody Mary!
With pharmacological assistance we slept soundly to Doha and then had brekkie in the new terminal including Ful Medames a sort of Arabic bean soup/stew with herbs and spices-delish.
Then the 3km walk to our departure gate to be met by those 2 words which strikes terror into all travellers with a tight connecting flight:DEE LAID!!!!!!!!
Back to the little Qatari man(another 3km schlep) who was less than helpful in sorting out our connecting flight to Mallorca which we could not possibly meet. However thanks to some slick interweb work I managed to book a later flight to Mallorca-disaster averted.
Taxi to hotel, then out to dinner at the aptly named Simply Fosh Restaurant-maybe not so simple but definitely extremely fosh. Fabulous dinner with all the usual suspects: foie gras, truffles, bomba rice etc.Due to the effects of jetlag I managed to fall asleep at the table somewhere between the 14th and 15th course.
Then a leisurely stroll back to the Hotel Born( Born is Mallorcese for "place of ginormous doors")