Do try to find out more, but in the meantime….
A friend’s husband became interested in the ‘dark arts’. She would look out into the garden at night and see him standing talking to no one. He also started making what she thought were potions, storing the bottles under the kitchen sink. She knew she dare not throw the potions away but so afraid was she that one day when he was out she decided to ruin his concoctions, thereby, to her mind, rendering them ineffectual. How did she do it. She wee’d in them! I couldn’t stop laughing when she told me and still laugh every time I think of it! And on that note, I shall go to bed. :o)
Night Nailit. x