For those of you who thirst for seasonal Silurian cheer, I commend Comrade Sedgemore's recounting of a typical Welsh start to winter.
Mrs Boyo mounted her sonic broomstick this morning and headed off to the US, where she will be enlightening Mr Obama as to the Ruthenian Question.
Last night she did the doors as trick-or-treaters ventured out into the Berkshire gloom.
We alternate festive duties. Last year the kids who came calling got genuine Welsh taffy and Glenys Kinnock masks from me. They were ecstatic.
This year they took the Moldovan prunes in ration-book chocolate (from Mrs Boyo's father's bunker in Czernowitz) without a word.
Wait until they open the wrappers and each find a copy of "Auntie Dühring", Mrs Boyo's specially-written children's guide to and critique of the early opponents of Marxism!
