Thomley Hall

Friends of ours suggested we meet at Thomley Activity Centre. I can only assume their daughter then decided she didn't fancy a day out with us, as she promptly had herself admitted to hospital with a chest infection.

So, being the kind, supportive friends that we are, we went without them.

First stop, the playrooms. Avoiding the huge soft play den, we found a girl's paradise, and whilst the Little Princess paused to consider which of the 37 dolls she needed to play with, Mog decided to bling up a postman's uniform.
I think it might just catch on, myself.

Dolls selected, we escaped outdoors and had fun with sand and water trays. Mog sat and dabbled her wrists* in the water as the LP exercised the babies.Another indoor interlude, to make bird feeders (lard and birdseed smashed into a pine cone; nice multisensory stuff) and bird scarers (CDs and coloured paper and trimmings on a kebab skewer; good lethal stuff), and considered the irony of making both items for the same garden.

Back out into bright daylight for fun on the bed swing
and a picnic lunch. Hot coffee, hurrah.

Both girls declined the aerial runway which was a shame. We did manage a fine improvised concerto for drainpipe and ballbearings (you probably had to be there), and a sniff at the sensory room, before heading back inside to have a go at some woodwork. Mog made a dolphin and tLP, an elephant.

And then outside again for the highlight of tLP's day.

Lean forwards

Lean backwards

And I can swing all by myself!

Tia


*Signs you might have cerebral palsy no. 307: you can most easily reach water and sand with your wrists rather than with your fingertips which are curled in towards your body.
Sign no. 308; your arm twists out so the white forearm is more tanned than the back of your hand.