For most of today the back of my neck has had a terrible burning itch, a nasty one. I felt a spot or two, and presuming the worst (as that’s generally what happens in our house) I immediately got home and got the electric nit comb going – Frank is its name as it’s a zapper – which still hasn’t cut out and stopped beeping. This is a good thing it hasn’t, though a part of me kind of wants to see it working to prove it wasn’t a daft purchase made (as Shaun still thinks it is).

Tonight my hair was examined and there was nothing to be found.

It’s funny how the smallest itch can be something else altogether once headlice come back into your world.

Actually, one thing baffles me. I know it’s an everyday thing and that it can be caught anywhere, but you’d think if I told several places where H had been that she’s had them, they’d make other parents aware just in case? But no. Let’s just hope it doesn’t spread – I’ve already told a few parents that H sees socially, so here’s hoping we’ve all been lucky…

Or maybe I’m just the overthinking worrier who needs to make sure everyone knows the things they never need to know. God I’m going to be fun when H starts school…