No one messes with me

In truth he's probably a pussy cat, though he might take out the seat of your trousers if you were to try and run off with a bag of compost without paying.

I am hopelessly late planting any veg this year. The man in the garden centre didn't seem to think all was lost though.

So, I've planted out courgettes, leeks, dwarf French beans; sown broad beans. Potatoes will have to wait till Sunday, because tomorrow we're doing the Cardiff Photomarathon.