Z came to the rescue for the second time in two days. I was on an errand to Yeadon International Airport, picking up my Mum en-route from Southampton. I'd been clever and checked in advance to make sure that the flight was on time, to my utter amazement it was scheduled to land 20 minutes early.
I jumped in the car and sped across Leeds (sticking to the speed limits). I arrived with moments to spare to see the arrivals board flash "Holding". I know Leeds Bradford International Airport has a reputation for being windy and a bit dicey on landing but between Beeston and Rawdon the wind had picked up. One flight had already been diverted to Manchester. Three quarters of an hours later Mum's flight landed at its intended destination and we drove back to South Leeds.
Back at the ranch Z had cooked pork chops with a cream and mustard sauce, boiled potatoes and broccoli. After a bumpy landing, its creamy comfort was just what the Doctor ordered for Mum, that and a large glass of Pinot Grigio.