Vague

After driving 4 hours to Heathrow to collect Kimberly, who is flying over from Caracas to see Justin, Justin realises he hasnt confirmed what flight she is on. So there we are, at Terminal 2, not knowing what time, what flight, what airline, what terminal or even which airport she might arrive at. Top planning!
One Paris flight comes and goes, immigration have no knowledge of her, but J eventually pumps an Air France lady who confirms she is on the next flight (before being stomped on by her boss). Two hours later, and there she is. Amazingly.
Once home, we bump into friends at the pub, while Kimberly samples fish and chips and English beer, followed by a midnight smoking lock-in at a pub I have never been to before. A long day, but worth it. Kimberly doesnt half brighten up the house.