We are face down in nits again Chez Boo.
Matilda had been at school for two whole days before she complained of being itchy.
And lo, it came to pass.
And that she had rubbed heads with Tallulah, who had got them too.
If I ever have one of those illnesses where I go doolalley and people come and visit me and find that I am stuck in the past, doing some repetitive task that I feel compelled to do, even though it bears no relevance to my current life, it will be nit combing.
I will wander around the ward/home with my imaginary comb, scraping at strangers’ hair and picking at them with teeny, monkey fingers, all the while reeking of tea tree oil and gibbering quietly.
Two pieces of good news though.
One – we exchanged contracts for our house today.
Two – I got a fantastic moustache: