It's the Post Script that amuses me most. Hee.

This morning I received an email from my sister :

So, the other night i had an odd dream...
You had killed Craig, and had been arrested in London, and we weren't allowed to see you anymore. While i woke up upset that i couldn't see you anymore, i was also concerned for Craig's well being ...
You may want to warn him ... or turn yourself into the coppers.

PS
i found a tiny, tiny strawberry