Grotty Otty

Seven months old and a true little Grotty Otty.  The dirtier, the better, straight in the mouth.  We spent this afternoon playing in the sand up in the Braai area behind the house and relished the opportunity to get truly dirty and horrible.  And yes, that's my watch between his legs that was a casualty of the afternoon - a good clean and it'll be right as rain. 

Today, we had iron-gate.  The new maid has a mountain of ironing to do (apparently we can't do it, the maid has to), however the irons keep on breaking - Dirk and I think that it's more likely a problem with user error.  My father in law was called in to check the iron and listening to someone examine the most basic of irons for the first time was hilarious.  The entire manual was read, with commentary of 'this dial sets the temperature', 'this button squirts water which appears to come out of here' and so on and so on.  There was a complaint that the manual didn't actually say how the iron worked, my mother in law patiently explained that it was expected that the user would probably know how an iron worked.