Sam spent a lot of time at this little table either watching a video tape or doing drawings or reading a book. He wasn't very mobile unless we could find the drain trolley. Even then it was painfully slow getting anywhere. We would sometimes get to the playroom next door and he would get settled in a chair then have to be carried back after 5 minutes because he was too tired to play.
This time round Sam was too young to use the schoolroom but he liked having a look at the paintings the other children did in the older age wards.
He also liked going to the little toilet - I can't remember why it was little. I think it may have been child sized, like those tiny ones we had at infants school. Ours were only accessible from the outside playground. Very chilly in the winter of 1963 when I was 6, I can tell you!
Keeping Sam (and me) amused while he was so immobile was a real job of work. We got through dozens of children's picture books - they had a seemingly endless supply. Sambbecame very fond of one called "Morgan the absent minded mallard". I can't think why it appealed, it doesn't exactly trip off the tongue! Spending so much time sitting down with adults, Sam was old for his age. I found myself reading the Narnia stories and various Joan Aiken books to him as well. He was always keen to know what things meant if he didn't understand something so it took a long while to finish them. We both learned far more about dinosaurs than is strictly necessary... He became one of the very few 4 year old boys to know what taxonomy meant. Well he asked!