As I write this, we are sitting in nose-to-tail traffic on the M4. Perran is to be in his seat in the Wills Building by 12.45 at the latest. Before then, he must have picked up his gown and graduation tickets from the Richmond Building. But our ETA is currently 1:40. We have already abandoned hope of the photo session we’d booked. And even when we get there, parking will be tough – we thought we’d left plenty of time, but apparently not.
There has been a crash ahead. As callous human animals, we are measuring only the inconvenience to our own lives. I force myself to say a prayer for those whose world has just been turned upside down by the road accident.
But then it’s back to us again.
This was supposed to be a carefree day, all dressed up in our best clothes, tipsy on sunshine, prosecco and happiness.
And now Perran might miss his own graduation ceremony.
On our way home now. It has been a splendid occasion.
This morning, the traffic had started moving and our ETA dropped rapidly, like a tide of disaster ebbing.
We rubbernecked at the wrecked Landrover. The headroom was largely intact so we hope the passengers and driver survived.
In Bristol, the graduation ceremony was brisk yet meaningful, cleanly choreographed and garnished with homilies of good advice. Afterwards there was the pleasure of meeting the parents of Perran’s friends.
It rained heavily, which shouldn’t be allowed at graduation ceremonies, but we were just pleased to be there. Even the rain made us happy.
And now it’s time to say a little prayer that we get home safely.