Reading a children’s book to my daughter that is partly set in a Victorian workhouse and it got me thinking.
I had a broken collarbone aged 9, and a pulmonary embolism, and then of course childbirth. If I was Victorian any of these might have killed me, but my money is on childbirth. DH reckons he would have been carted off to an asylum with unusual thoughts and would have just wasted away. Go on, indulge me.
If you were a Victorian, what would you have died of?