It's good to get a letter from my North Wales correspondent after a long silence:
Dear Mr Obama, she writes, what a shock! I read that you'd been assassignated in, where was it?, Parkistan, then next day, there you are, on the telly, large and life, only a bit darker. If you are dead, I apologise for bothering you, but if you aren't dead, I am quite happy about that, I mean, you seem to be a nice person, though you could do with being a bit taller, and maybe let your hair grow a bit.
Blodwen Trellis, Mrs, widow, retd.