We should have been travelling to Lancashire to take our grandson’s birthday presents, but we got as far as Stafford on the M6 and had a burst tyre. Luckily the RAC man arrived in less than an hour. Luckily it wasn’t raining/snowing/blowing a gale. Luckily it wasn’t next week on our way to Heathrow. Sadly, grandson won’t get his presents until next weekend now, but we’re all safe and home, so all’s good.
Oh dear, good to hear you got home though. A saying of ours during our RAF days was 'All planning is flexible' Very often when we planned an evening out David would get sent away at short notice on a job and I wouldn't see him for weeks