And I thought it was the Guiness and a little bedtime tot of whisky that made Grandma Nellie so happy.
And to think she could have taken this instead. Sadly, at 90 she did need morphine just before she died. A few days before it happened, she sat up in bed suddenly, waved at my aunt and me, said "thank you very much for looking after me", laid down and there she remained until she died - in her own home, which was very important to her.
And as you can see, the children were not forgotten either.
I didn't see any ads for Laudanum, which delicate Victorian ladies needed frequently with a nice lie-down.