It wasn't this particular plane, but it was an Airbus a380 that finally brought the Kiwi branch of the Allsop clan to Heathrow, via an unscheduled diversion to CDG Paris, and two hours late. It is now 1845 and they have all zonked out. No doubt the boys will be running around full of beans at three o'clock in the morning. Me, I have been catatonic since forever, but I will feel better once I have held the ladder for Claudia again, probably tomorrow.
I thought you would all like to know that.