I don’t want to offend anyone with this post. I’m sure I will anyway, so, I apologize now. If you are prone to offense, why not go read about that peaceful chapel again and just skip today. Also if you get itchy when you think about lice, maybe come back another time. Okay, that seems to have covered it! Moving on …
I do get a little weirded out about cooties. And each country has it’s own particular cooties, germs, parasites, and assorted creepies and crawlies both large and small. But let me just say … threadworms. And … verrucas. And … winter vomiting disease. And … lice. Are you itchy, yet? Is that your hair brushing on your neck or SOMETHING CRAWLING ON YOU?!
So far, I’ve found the British attitude toward these assorted shudder-inducing agents to be reserved (perhaps typically). Basically as if lice … or threadworm … or verrucas … or annual vomiting … are simply par for the course. Just the way things are done. If a child at school has lice it warrants nothing more than “check her head, we found lice in the class today.” Seriously? Seriously. Seriously?
My personal approach is more reminiscent of total global warfare than reserved acceptance. More like:
January 31st is a national “bug busting” day. Not a celebration destined to be one of my favorites. “The aim of these sessions is to inform children and their parents about the behaviour of head lice and how to detect and remove them. Co-ordinating bug busting days across the country can help to prevent head lice circulating.”
Did you just shudder? I did. I can’t quite stop.
I know this is not a British thing. I know we have lice and vomiting and warts and cooties in the US. Somehow it doesn’t matter. My dream of Camelot does not include anal worms.
I told you to skip this post.