We knew it was coming. As soon as those delightful bumps began to appear on Busby’s torso, we knew that it would be a fun few weeks. And we weren’t wrong; the pox has hit us once again. But this time we’re not in a luxury apartment overlooking Lake Windermere, next to a forest in the middle of nowhere. We’re at home. Back in our normal routine. Which, as I’m beginning to discover, makes for a very different pox experience. In fact, I’m wondering whether I  ...