So the school just phoned (yes again…) but this time asking me to come and fetch Fysh – enter panic mode because clearly something is wrong.
Apparently he has lice :/
Only place he can get it from is the school, then again we were at a kids party on Saturday so could be from one of those kids or even housemate’s madam. It’s not exactly something you make an effort to check for daily. Or is it supposed to be?
I don’t even know. I remember stealing vinegar out the boarding school kitchen and soaking my hair along with all the other girls once a month when I lived in Vredenburg because Pigeons nested in the roof of our boarding school but I don’t remember ever actually having lice. My momma would know but I don’t, think my brother had as a kid. The only good thing is that I know lice prefer clean hair. Still sucks though.
Can’t get off work so his granny had to go fetch him. Am sure he’s ecstatic about that AND the fact that he got to go home early.
Speaking of that I remember my momma telling me about how they used to actually want lice as kids so they could go home, I vaguely remember her saying how they used to buy lice. Might have been my gran telling me that story though. The things kids do to stay home…
And of course now my head is itching just talking about it.