by Bonnie Pockley
I have to laugh in the face of adversity. It’s gotten cheeky, imaginative and even, dare-I-say, wry. With less than 4 weeks until our wedding, both our children have come down with scarlet fever, our washing machine has given up the ghost and the rest of the week is looking wet. Although scarlet fever feels like a terrible bygone illness from which one of Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women eventually died, the association seems to pre-date the significant discovery of penicillin making the once beast-of-a-thing manageable, even tame. And so, we continue as normal, a little feverish and flushed but enjoying the sun, the confetti blossom and an intact sense of humour.