Down to the nitty gritty

OK so my New Year's resolutions? One of them is never again to discover that Elf has nits for the first time ten minutes before my oldest (in length of service not age) friend Aunty Nic Nacs (who I haven't seen for three years) is due to arrive for dinner, over on a two week holiday from Los Angeles.

I spent the first hour of the evening with the Nitty Gritty comb hunched over a four-and-eleven-twelfths-year-old boy!

Two large vodkas, two glasses of champers and twelve hours later, my head is fine.

Shame I can't say the same for Elf!