Graft

Monday night is the new Friday night as far as swim class is concerned. It has been quite a step up for Tom from the virtually one-to-one world of 'additional support needs' to normal kid land.

Over the last couple of weeks I've been watching him toil backwards and forwards using only the power of his wriggling torso (the beginnings of butterfly if I understand correctly). For a kid whose core stability took something of a battering from the meningitis I can only imagine the feat of coordination that's going on.

Tonight they switched to lengths. Tom was allowed to switch to his preferred backstroke and, lo and behold, a badge at the end of it.

Chuffed.