Smokingboot

The man is asleep and the cats are asleep, and there is no room for a shifting and uncomfortable boot under the fur bedspread. So I have pottered round the house for an hour and finally find myself here, with the very hot very sweet coffee in the very cold night, rain outside, talking incessantly, encouraging me to go out, because it has a secret to share with me; if I pad out to the end of the garden, I'll find there's nothing there - I'll just be staring out at a mass of dark clouds swirling in the sky and at my feet. The full moon is out there somewhere, but it's hiding. They'll put the world back in the morning, at about 7 am, two hours away.

So here instead of any sense or savour is a recipe for a witch's jelly plus skeletons.
( not strictly Wiccan you understand )
Then cool, pop your skellies into the transparent jar (make sure they are standing up), pour over your jelly and cover it; there now. As a very gude witch indeed, you have surrounded your boney poppets in roses and fragrance. If you get peeved you can scoop them out later and eat them on scones. Very popular with children.

Happy Friday to you!