It turned out that the bottom of the pumpkin that Joshua and I had bought had, within four days started to rot. I thought of buying another but, being a green sort of chap, I sliced off the offending section and improvised.
In the end the pumpkin supported two tea lights and although not very scary, in a darkened room, it worked. Meanwhile butter cooked home grown chopped onion plus the pumpking flesh and a good dash of cinnamon made a good soup. After it was put through the blender I added in bits of fried bacon and that was supper on Halloween with left overs for the Mrs and Jayarani’s supper the next day. Not a bad result from what had appaered a bit of a catastrophe on Sunday afternoon.