I had occasion to be in an old peoples residential home recently.
I noticed that about five minutes after we arrived the residents seemed to be getting up and vacating the lounge to form an orderly queue at the office. Well of course, nosy me, I had to go see if I could find out what was going on.
They seemed to be returning with little plastic beakers. Ah! Medication I think. Obviously I was staring a little too hard, because one of the care assistants winked my direction and explained that it was 'tipple time'. Whiskey and sherry to be precise, and its administered three times a day.
Well, I guess it must save then a fortune on anti-depressants and sleeping pills.
It's true what they say: be nice to your kids, they choose your residential home.