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Abby (2) It was about 2pm when I woke. Rosco was lying next to me, keeping guard I assumed as the back door was still open. I staggered upstairs making sure Rosco stayed in the lounge. By now I was fed up of constantly taking baths, and although every muscle in my body ached I settled for a long hot shower. Half an hour later I was drinking hot coffee, this time dressed in the correct white dress. I looked out of the patio doors and could see that the rain had stopped some time ago. This of course brought up the prospect of me going outside and having to face Mr Robertson again, and I had no doubt whatsoever that he would be even more outrageous than he was before. It was only at …