Deadline!

Got a phone call from No2 son at 5.50am.  Could I take grandson to Stanstead airport now!
S had eaten a dodgy tuna and mayonnaise sandwich and had been ill in the early hours and didn't feel up to the journey.  
It is 15 years since I last drove to that airport, and I didn't feel confident in finding my way there in the dark.  He felt he could sit in the back of the car to help with directions.
The traffic was horrendous and we were at a standstill so many times.  We managed to drop grandson off with 30 minutes to gate closure and son felt well enough to do the return drive.  I had already booked him to take me to the hospital for the eye clinic as I would be unable to drive myself home after having drops in my eyes.
He got me to the hospital door with 5 minutes to spare.  The first nurse I saw asked me if I was having a good day???
It all ended happily as the scan etc showed the macular hole in my left eye has deteriorated very little and surgery is not advisable yet.  Good thing I have one perfect eye!