Bizarrely my suitcase arrived exactly on time on the first plane of the day from Casablanca to Marrakech. The plane was due in at 10am and I rang at 10:15am and my bag had been found and held on one side for me to collect. Unfortunately I had to take an unexpected trip to the airport to collect it but at least now I have a change of clothes and my toothbrush!
Fortunately, I got a great taxi driver, Mustaffa, to take me the airport. Not only was he willing to wait for me while I went in to collect my suitcase but he volunteered to come in and translate for me. I'm so glad he did as most of the people I tried to explain myself to didn't understand English (or not when pronounced with a Yorkshire accent).