Haff, that sounds great, though I am disappointed that you could not keep up with the 81 year old. A nice way for the graduands (a new word I have learned from the timetable) to celebrate the last weekend of freedom as well. I suspect that this will be a bit more low key in that Bristol had forgotten that medics started work that week and had initially scheduled it for a work day. Starting with nights sounds awful. DD kept an eagle eye out for the shift rota to ensure she was first to pick. She did not want a night shift in a new job after a hectic weekend.
I think we are having a drink with her new flatmate's parents. A sort of handover as they live where DD is working so effectively have a cuckoo in their nest whilst DD and her flatmate sort out the wifi and washing machine. In his enthusiasm DH bought a football shirt for a local football team, only to be told that the flatmate's dad is a keen supporter of the rival team. DH has conceded, but will be disappointed if DD removes the "Up the Cherries" sticker from her car.
I needed a hospital appointment and they originally offered me Monday. I pointed out it was F1 start day and they laughed, but then called me back offering me a cancellation.
The panic last night was that they were told that they needed to supply their own scrubs....in any colour. Cue DS discovering all sorts of day-glo versions and even some with some with dogs or horses on. All rejected. I have a feeling that a pair of the more exotic might make an appearance at Christmas.
Next summer is DS' fourth graduation. (More than enough.) The first two were fun as there were only nine on his UG course ,so we met everyone including tutors and other members of staff. The Masters course was larger but still small enough for a reception for just them. The American version will be interesting.
BTM, be careful what you wish for. It was sad to see DDs bedroom cleared out, and become just another room. DH is in the process of making it his wfh office.