Nitty Gritty

It does n’t rain it pours. That does not just apply to the fine weather at the mo either. After planning the birthday party of the year for darling daughter and thankfully pulling it off, I notice that the housework has somewhat been neglected.
So am actually looking forward to getting back on track and the Flat looking slightly less like a squat and more like my home.

My head begins to itch. I begin to think I am paranoid, which in turn makes me itch more. I grab infant son and start shuffling though his hair, nothing. Daughter gets caught next and head ruffled. Nothing. I had not noticed either of them itching either.

Panic is setting in and the itching is getting worse. Maybe it was the new shampoo? An allergic reaction? Mother in law arrives for dinner with brother in law and co. I alert them all to my itching and they all take a step back. I am a leper! Mother in law and co start combing though my head but to no avail, no sign of any little people.

Okay. Convinced that I am actually losing the plot, following morning I book an appointment for the Doc. I head out drop daughter at school (only for more people to edge away from crazy itching woman) and then off to surgery. One glance to my head and Doc confirms that I do in fact have an allergy - TO NIT EGGS! ARGH! … I apologise for using up valuable doc appointment and run as fast as I can to chemist. I now feel as though they are all over my body and look like I have ticks as requesting five bottles of nit killer.

Back home I do four doses- to be sure. Then wait for them to die. One by one as the family arrive home all are directed to the bathroom for my de-nit marathon. Finally by 9pm the infestation is over.

Relishing the joys of my itch less head, I flick on the telly to see the date staring back at me, I had completely forgot!

The Man looks at me with amusement, handing me a card ‘Happy Anniversary Love’.