Rob was right. Before long Abby had burst into the room full of life and energy, despite the fact she should be as hung over as Rose, she bounced on the bed sending the tray of leftover breakfast sliding about and hugged her friend. It was obvious by her attire that she had probably not even been to bed yet and her alcohol stench was strong.

‘You crazy girl! Imagine going for a crawl in the garden, you drunken whore.’ She laughed wholeheartedly before slumping down beside Rose.

‘Excuse me! I’m not a whore... Drunken idiot, but never whore!’

‘Well, true, but the way you were wrapped around my brother...