When she came back all groggy and plastered up to her arm pit there was a box of bits and pieces at the end of her bed. As soon as she had come round properly and I'd persuaded her to take her medicine (no mean feat) she was desperate to make something. The only way to do this was for her to choose items out of the box with her good arm (which is not the one she 'uses') and then tell me what she wanted me to do with them. So, under strict instruction this is what we came up with.
I was quite impressed by the range of materials they had and it was good distraction for daughter and worried mother alike.
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