I was on a plane from Humberside to Heathrow many years ago - used to use it to get to meetings and back - Shorts SS30 SkyVan. The route used stop at Norwich on the way.
"Landing gear down light" wouldn't come on, so the captain declared an air emergency, and we flew in circles over the airport at about 5,000 feet for an hour to waste fuel. We made passes at low level past the tower so they could look at the undercarriage through binoculars. It's hard to see on those planes because there's only about two feet difference between the wheels being down or up inside the cowls. Captain duly reported to us that they couldn't be certain either way and they were putting a light aircraft up to have a closer look.
I was looking out of my window and this nice twin engine Cessna arrived and flew in formation close to us. It had "Norwich Union Insurance" in large letters down the side. They never give up, do they?
No better information, so we dumped the rest of our fuel over the fields of carrots and cabbages, and came in for an emergency landing. The young stewardess was almost in tears as she shouted "Brace, Brace,Brace!" The plane came in very gently and delicately kissed the runway a few times. I could see lines of fire engines poised to come and cut us out of the flaming wreckage.
We landed safely. The undercarriage was down and locked, but the "locked" light in the cockpit had blown.
Twenty-four gas-rig workers and one writer emerged into the terminal, heading straight for the bar. "Give us some large scotches!" the cry went up. The unfortunate bloke behind the bar said it was too early to serve alcohol at nine the morning. Rig-workers and writers share a common dislike of jobsworth barmen denying them a drink after a narrow escape from a flaming death. Two rig guys jumped over the bar and started handing out large scotches to the survivors, shouting "Charge this to the * airline, you * stupid *!"
We got back on the plane (how brave is that?) and flew to Heathrow with the undercarriage down. And several bottles of scotch and glasses - and supped our way to Heathrow. Nobody dared to stop us.
Maybe your charges are really to cover the costs of the substantial amounts of whisky it's possible to get down when you realise you haven't died and still have to go to the bloody meeting!