When I was at school all the visiting District Nurses were called “Nora the Nit Nurse” on account of them having to thoroughly examine your hair, in a non too gentle way, to determine whether you were sporting unwelcome visitors!
I amazingly managed to get through all of my school days becoming playing host to a family of parasites playing table tennis in my bouffant which was mainly due to my mother’s diligent fight with all things unsanitary.
However, when my darling nieces were at primary school they never seemed to be without them. There didn’t seem to be a single evening when my sister wasn’t performing the nightly ritual of combing through some anti-lice treatment. As fast as she seemed to win the battle with the multi-legged army than they seemed to return yet again to fight another war.
Imagine how alarmed we were one Christmas morning to discover that the girls had given us a surprise Christmas present when we were all found to be hosting the Head Lice Olympics, much to the delight of the girls. My mother took charge like an army general and we were all liberally doused with some lice busting hair mousse that made your eyes water.
We were instructed not to open the door to any visitors as we sat down to Christmas Lunch with hair mousse adorning our heads, as my mother didn’t want it to become common knowledge amongst the Womens Institute that we were a nitty family. Sadly that ship had well and truly sailed by the time my eldest niece returned to school to proudly read her “show & tell” essay to the entire class.
Hands up how many of you have been scratching your heads as you read this post!