Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to this. The second victim.

I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.

Quarrels are a natural part of relationships. Making up is always the best part.

Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.

Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.

I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.