I was packing up our Christmas tree decorations a few weeks ago when Norman the cat discovered the Louis Vuitton box I was planning to use for the tinselly bits and bobs. She just couldn’t help herself and ended up sleeping in there for most of the night. Excuse the blurry second photo, the box was moving!
Perhaps there’s a market for Louis Vuitton: designer pet beds?
Oh, and what would Gareth Morgan make of all this?
The latest update on my dicky ticker.
Had a shockingly good result yesterday … my cardiologist is very happy with my progress. So happy, in fact, she wants to hold off for six months, do another ECG and then decide on the hardware because I might not need it.
OK, so my heart is still damaged, I still have cardiomyopathy and will be on these drugs for the rest of my life. But I might not need surgery because the bundle branch blockage has improved and my heart has reduced in size (from 5.7 inches across to 4.9, she tells me).
This was very much unexpected: the hope was that I would stabilise so I could have the surgery, but there was no suggestion that things would improve like this, so all-in-all we’re pretty bloody happy with the results.