Since the weather wasnt that great we planned on spending time indoors. As my son is going through a I love policeman, firemen and ambulance men phase, we took him to the open day at the GMP museum.

It’s not the biggest museum you’ll ever visit. Being set in an old city center police station. Theres two levels to the museum, which to get to the first floor you have to go out into the court-yard and then enter a different part of the museum.

When you first enter the shop there’s a little shop which leads to a cloakroom. We had to run to stop the little man from climbing the old metal spiral staircase.

The next room is a large old garage which still has various styles of motorbike that the police have used over the past few years.

The little man loved the bikes, leaning over the rope to stroke the wheels and whatever else he could reach of the front of the bike. Not entirely sure where he gets this love of bikes from as no one in my family likes them and as far as I am aware no one he now spends time with likes them either.

Not sure I’m entirely happy about him wanting to ride a motorbike.They seem to be taking danger to the extreme in a world where there is plenty of danger out there without adding to it.

Across from the bikes they had set up a little area where he could try on different styles of police uniforms and hats. This brought about lots of laughter from me and my dad. The uniforms where the orignal adult sizes and drowned the little man. Somehow managed to get a few not very good pictures of him dressed up. If the little man isn’t in the mood to have his picture taken your often lucky to get a smudged picture of the back of his head.

The next room was full of case’s with battions, all the different styles of hand cuffs, swords, and manikin’s dressed in uniforms that were too old to allow excitable kids like mine to play with. And this is the point my three-year olds attention span snapped and he just wanted to get through the rest of museum at light speed.

Which considering the size of the museum didn’t take long at all. I’m not doing the museum a disservice by saying that it wouldn’t take long to do it at a normal pace looking closely at everything. It’s a small museum set in a not very large building with limited space.

My son wasnt interested in looking to closely at the 1950’s detectives desk. Took a little time over looking at the weapons taken from criminals over the years. He was quite impressed with the collection of brass knuckles they had. Even suggesting that I might like one as I wear a few rings normally. He really loved seeing the mace and wanted to have a go with it. He has no sense of danger at the best of times, (or sometimes pain. He can bang his head or fall over in a way that anyone else would voice hurt, but he doesn’t notice.), so there’s no way in hell he should ever be allowed near a rubber mace, never mind a real one.

The next thing we looked at was the booking office which after a quick glance he decided wasnt interesting enough to keep him there. Just off the booking room is four tiny cells that at times held up to twenty people at once. Standing room only has a whole new meaning after seeing these cells.

Upstairs there is an old magistrates court which unusually has two witness boxes. A room with a protector playing video of crimes the police have attended and how they solved them. The little man was only interested in that particular room for as long as the screen was showing fire and people fighting it.

Once we got back down stairs he had his picture taken with a police officer and then went on to the shop. Where bless him he didn’t ask for everything in the shop. He merely wanted a couple of things. A twisted straw with a policeman holding tightly to it, a postcard with a picture of a policeman on a motorbike and a fuzzy little police ball that he can stick on to things.

All in all it was a good visit and the little man wants to go back there.

Just like he also wants to go and play on the water feature in Piccadilly gardens again. He loved running up and down the lines of water and even running over them. Getting as drenched as possible in the process.

One thing I learnt after that is it’s not a good idea to try to change his clothes in a toilet where to flush you just pass your hand over a sensor on the wall. He’s too busy trying to make it flush again to help you change him. Not that he likes getting changed at the best of times.

We went and picked a notebook each for us to write about our days  out together in. I let him pick mine and he went with an A4 Eeyore one for me to full and give to him when it’s full. He picked a little winne the poo one that has an elastic band attached to it that he can use to keep the book closed.

Hopefully he can read what I have written in it. As I don’t have the best handwriting. But its something that we can share as time goes by and it will help remind us of the fun we have together during the brief times we are allowed to be together.