With all of our good fortune the entire day, it was inevitable something had to put a spanner in the works. And it came right at the end of the flight.
My bag was the very last one onto the carousel (wifey's was just two before mine). Seriously, the last item and as I picked it up, the conveyor belt ground to a halt. I think that cost/lost us at least forty five minutes.
That has never happened before but I didn't really care as I was so relieved it was even there. I had no wish to walk around in my travel clothes for the next "n" weeks while they tried to find my missing bag.