“You’ve recently joined our gambling web-site and you’ve placed quite a lot of bets. You currently owe £500 and I’ve come to collect the mone... – you’ll have seen the notice on the web-site about our collection policy. I can take a cheque, or cash if you prefer.”Maureen stepped back from the door, her knees suddenly weak. He’d come to collect £500 and he wanted it now! She didn’t have more than a few pounds in her handbag and her bank account certainly couldn’t stand a cheque for that sort of. But he was kissing me back and that's all that mattered. He started feeling all over my upper body and for a moment I just reveled in his touch because, well, because it just felt so good to be touched anywhere at all by another human being. Suddenly, I got a little nervous because I was sort of prepared to tear off my clothes and jump his bones, but not real sure I was prepared enough."Um, Chuckie? Do you mind if a girl is a little on the hairy side?" Did you just call me Chuckie? Nobody calls. " Oh, something will turn up. The kettle's boiling so go and sit down and we can have a chat."We chatted for another long while about this and that and then she apologised for the kiss the last time we met."Oh, I'd forgotten that already, don't worry. That reminds me; I had a look on that Friends Reunited site to see if any of the old gang were on that. Mary was listed funnily enough, but none of the others I remember." Crikey I don't want to re-unite with her that's for sure. She's probably a. You told them all not to talk about that.Dr K: Okay then. I’m fairly sure that she arrived at your house at about the same time you started seeing zombies. I’ll print out the whole email for you. If you read that it should give you a better understanding of what happened after you started losing touch with reality. Now that you’ve been through your interview with the detective, your statement won’t be corrupted so there’s no longer that concern. And nothing in the email from Liz should cause.