I HATE the word 'expert' - suddenly we have them about this new virus
Mum was a teacher. Dad refused to have a TV whilst we were growing up but there was 'listen with Mother' at 1.45 B4 Womens Hour.
We had a gate leg table which was often used as a tent/wigwam/cave - a large blanket was put over to hide us up. We had hours of fun under it either inside or on the lawn. Card games. Piano practice
. Sand pit in the garden. Small patch of garden as well as mustard and cress on a flannel [no kitchen roll then]; or a hyacinth or broad bean in clear glass so that we could watch the roots growing.
Scooters. Cycles. A tin bath on very hot days with warmed water tipped in. Chasing butterflies.
Magic painting books? messy though. Flour dough to make shapes? Messy. If it was raining we often had as many as 5/6 kids in Mum's house playing. Plastacine. Fuzzy felts.