That TV comedy thing with the blonde woman from Smack the Pony.
In tonight's episode, her poncey snobby 'friends' from London come to visit. Their crowning ridiculous trait is their fuss about gluten in their food.
That touched a nerve. DS1 (4) was diagnosed coeliac earlier this year, and will be on a gluten-free diet for the rest of his life. Friends don't understand it and some clearly think it's a bit odd and 'alternative', and that we are extreme or over-scrupulous in our carefulness about it. But, quite simply, gluten is poison to him (and the other 1 in 100 people who are coeliac).
DH said to me that we probably come across like the nobbish couple in the programme. But that didn't upset me too much. More the thought that DS1 will constantly and forever have to deal with people's ignorant prejudices about gluten-free diets. Portrayals like this only reinforce them.
On the plus side though, DS was splashing around in the paddling pool this afternoon and DH and I were sitting watching him, glowing with happiness at how 5 months of eating gluten free has transformed him from an ill, tired child with a body like a famine orphan (stick-thin limbs, hugely bloated belly) into an energetic, happy little boy exploding with energy and excitement and filling out into a lovely, healthy shape. Which is more important, of course.