Day after day, the country woke to a brilliant sun shining out of a cloudless blue sky. It was hard to believe, while they luxuriated in the warmth and glory of these magical summer days, that such terrible things were about to happen to their world.When Laura opened her eyes on Saturday morning, Roddy fast asleep beside her, the first thing she saw was her wedding dress hanging on the wardrobe door. With a little pang, she wished she were getting married in white, with all the fuss of a proper wedding; bridesmaids, flowers, an organ playing The Wedding March, a big reception afterwards. But if that had been the case, she mightnt have been marrying Roddy. As he was the only man with whom she wished to spend the rest of her life, what did it matter that there would be no bridesmaids, no flowers, no organ, and merely lunch in a restaurant to celebrate?It didnt matter a bit, nor that her wedding outfit was in fact a cream silk afternoon dress shed bought years ago off a secondhand stall in Petticoat Lane market.
