It went little reported and those who are not readers of Norman Tebbit’s blog may have missed this pre-Christmas:

In the small hours of Friday morning I was awakened by severe pains in my chest. I slipped out of bed and went to call my wife’s carer for help. She dialled 999 and very quickly an ambulance arrive at the front door, I was carried out and whisked off to A&E. It was mercifully quiet and I was rapidly admitted to the cardiac unit which had already been advised that I had a heart rate of up to 200. Well-qualified staff were on duty, and dealt with what was a most unwelcome and extreme return of a problem for which I had been treated in London over a decade earlier.

Tebbit plays it down on his blog, however at the time friends were, and still are, extremely worried. Guido wishes him well…