I dreamt about nits last night! I am not sure why, maybe the endless discussion of contagion which has gripped the world.  I remember hours of nit-combing, on the several occasions when nits entered the household, right through from primary school to when you were in the Beacon.  We found the best way to get rid of them was to wash, condition and comb, comb, comb!  You had so much hair, it took forever, but you were very patient.  We mainly combed in the bay window in Albert Road in the late afternoon sun.  I think you actually quite enjoyed it in a way, and I did too (the combing that is, not the actual headlice).  Mummy monkey grooming her babies!