Julie Jay: This week my husband’s PTSD was triggered by the return of a tiny comb
The news that headlice has been detected in school is, of course, the stuff of every parent’s nightmares. I had visions of myself once more fishing out that ridiculously tiny comb and wrestling my three clients (man of the house included) into submission.
Not for the first time, Number One triumphantly presented the printed letter carefully tucked into his Paw Patrol schoolbag. Scanning it, the words ‘míolta cinn’ jumped out at me, and I knew the next couple of days would not be for the fainthearted.
The news that headlice has been detected in school is, of course, the stuff of every parent’s nightmares. I had visions of myself once more fishing out that ridiculously tiny comb and wrestling my three clients (man of the house included) into submission.

