We went to meet the Dubai police.
The policeman explained that he only wanted to talk to 'the husband'.
When The Husband approached the desk, the policeman told The Husband to go away and come back on Sunday.
Then he saw that two of the passports were for "babies, ahhhh," and he became much more friendly.
So the policeman patted The Husband on the back and asked him nicely to go away and come back on Sunday.
Following that successful meeting, it was time to go and pick up the hire car. The car hire firm explained that despite Rachel's car being ordered six weeks ago, they didn't have the right car (nice, short-wheelbase 4X4) and only had a huuuuuuuuuuuuge couldn't-park-on-an-airfield type car or a teeeeeeeeeeeny crumple-in-the-inevitable-crash style car.
Rachel came over all Goldilocks and insisted on having a car that was 'just right'.
Rachel was ignored, and the car man spoke to The Husband. Eventually the correct car was located and Rachel got to drive home in her very own Barbie car...