A special invitation, indeed more than that, an honour! My husband is sharing in Loughborough University's Centenary celebrations and joins others at the University from many years back (too many to divulge here) to be presented with an honorary BSc.
We stop off at Quorn for tapas on route...
It is accompanied by an electric storm, lightening, cracks of thunder and flooding. The lights go out in the tapas bar and we eat in dim stormy half light...
On arrival (we are staying in student rooms, minus students), we discover he has packed odd shoes... oops! We blame it on the distraction techniques deployed by those kittens of ours!
The ceremony is formal, rather long but special for a special man.
Friends link up after years and years apart...
Once home the golden medal (no its not made of chocolate) is shared with the 'boys' who delight in the reflected glory!
We stop off at Quorn for tapas on route...
It is accompanied by an electric storm, lightening, cracks of thunder and flooding. The lights go out in the tapas bar and we eat in dim stormy half light...
On arrival (we are staying in student rooms, minus students), we discover he has packed odd shoes... oops! We blame it on the distraction techniques deployed by those kittens of ours!
The ceremony is formal, rather long but special for a special man.
Friends link up after years and years apart...
Once home the golden medal (no its not made of chocolate) is shared with the 'boys' who delight in the reflected glory!
