Bottle-fed

Starting the day I was born, Mum was all for trying me on draught, but Granny said no. Apparently, Granny had bottle-fed Mum, and if it was good enough for her then it was good enough for me! Turns out Granny was a ruthless, controlling matriarch, but I didn't know it at the time. Not a huggy type, she was horrible when I'd done wrong.

She got her comeuppance after she took to the bottle. Spirited, (40% variety) she'd been locked up for her own protection.

We would've gone to see Granny in the asylum...

but we bottled it.