Concerned about the possibility of the wine souring (and Yule will soon be here, the Reverend will expect a glass of Madeira), I ventured down to the cellar. I was perturbed to find this sign on the door.
Undaunted I waited a while until the Nediams appeared. Their rituals seem odd but harmless. Nevertheless I had Watkins secure the door to the wine cellar to prevent possible contamination.
Mistress Umami, I saw your link just before I attended a dull PTA PCC meeting and was considering borrowing one of the Nediams to enliven the proceedings.