Monday, the morning train journey from London to Preston for Jack’s graduation was very enjoyable not least because the majority of travellers in the first class section were in suits and working hard, whilst I was in my jeans and T-shirt, tucking into the breakfast.
Midday at Jack’s new apartment we bizarrely watch a Ricky Chevaz DVD – Animals, which is very funny, before going off for lunch at a pub on the waterfront. We all have disgusting curries and a few pints before Jack drops me off at my great little hotel – The Park Hotel.
Jack and Becs arrive and we have a cracking three course meal at the hotel and drink in the bar until midnight discussing Jack’s 9/11 conspiracy theory!
Tuesday, Jack picks me up from the hotel, late, because he has pranged his car! My dearest son gives me a present of a bottle of wine thanking me for all my support – how thoughtful is that – very although it is South African Red!
After some messing, we all finally get to the Preston Guild Hall (yes, where they hold the snooker championships), collect the gown, pay for the photos and take seats to watch the graduation ceremony. The whole thing takes two hours, is infinitely repetitive but the highlight is clearly Jack striding across the stage to receive his degree – BA with honours reading Sports Management – Hooray!!!