There were bottles in the window, and I wondered why. What had been the witch’s reason for putting these bottles where they now sat.
She was a well-known witch, who sold spells and potions and I did know the potions were contained in containers similar to the ones in the window so maybe she was advertising her wares without actually saying so.
My mum was a potion user, she regularly bought a potion or two. She liked the smiley potion and the good night one.
On Friday nights she mixed a teaspoon of both into dad’s dinner. She’d look at me and put her finger to her lips, suggesting I say nothing.
I never did as they went to bed early and left me to navigate myself round the TV. It was a win-win for everyone.
Whatever was in the potions they made dad a happy man.