Another morning playing in the dirt

What a brilliant morning for a little boy, spent sitting in the sand and the dirt playing whilst his parents exercised and then did various chores before the day got too hot. By 10am, there had already been two dunking in the kitchen sink and a change of clothes.  If you're 8 months old, I guess this is about as good as it gets.  His mother despairs of the need to try and eat whatever dirt and sand is about, but's is resigned to it being a loosing battle. 

The gardener was taken back to the hospital this morning as he is still unwell, we've moved on from possible appendicitis or Hepatitis A, the hospital think it could be an abscess that hasn't burst, so along with the cocktail of drugs he had yesterday, he now has whole new lot to be taking. My poor mother in law had to run around taking him for scans (which doesn't take place in the hospital, but ran out of energy when it came to take him for an x-ray - the one in the hospital is broken and so you have to go elsewhere.  Fingers crossed he is on the mend.  

The TV is broken, this is a disaster for my parents in law, although Dirk and I barely watch it, so find it quite amusing to watch them coping without it.  I'm not sure if it's a good thing of bad thing for family relations.