So tonight, parents up and down the country, are allowing their kids to don disguises, knock on strangers' front doors and demand goods with menaces.
I was brought up in a happier, safer time, when Hallow'een was celebrated by playing 'duck apple' and 'bob apple' with my little friends, in the warmth and comfort of my own home, watched by doting parents ready with a tissue when the water ran up my nose.
And in a few day's time, the little darlings will be playing with fire and explosives, and burning effigies of Catholic martyrs as well.
The country is rapidly going to the dogs.
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