Tim Dowling: the cat is using my lettuce bed as a litter tray. He’ll be sorry

Tim Dowling: the cat is using my lettuce bed as a litter tray. He’ll be sorry

The cat glides past, avoiding eye contact.“I know it’s you, you little shit,” I say.“He just sees a big expanse of raked earth,” my wife says.“Everything is clearly labelled,” I say.

A war evacuee shares her recollections... and reveals how well it works

A war evacuee shares her recollections... and reveals how well it works

We talked in the garden and, as Spitfires from the local war museum droned overhead, giving rich folk a taste of danger, she remembered two young brothers whose mother had ordered them to return to London to be with her.