Polish prime minister tells ‘friends’ to cast aside arrogance after his foreign minister and Marco Rubio trade barbs online

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Donald Tusk, Poland’s prime minister, has called on “friends” to respect their allies and not be arrogant in a post on X that mentioned nobody by name but was published a day after an extraordinary social media spat between top officials in the US and Poland over Starlink satellites.

Marco Rubio, the US secretary of state, accused Poland’s foreign minister, Radosław Sikorski, of “making things up” and suggested on Sunday he was ungrateful, in a strong rebuke after Sikorski said Ukraine may need an alternative to Elon Musk’s Starlink satellite service if it becomes unreliable.

Theatre Royal, Bury St Edmunds
An all-female cast deliver Tallulah Brown’s play about 17th-century East Anglians under threat of the self-styled Witchfinder General

The past sings to the present in Tallulah Brown’s new play with music, exploring the persecution of women during Suffolk’s 17th-century witch trials. But Brown wisely leaves us to draw our own parallels, bucking a trend for overly didactic historical drama that lurches into the modern day. Instead, the story remains rooted in the local landscape and the writing wears its research lightly as Brown bears witness to how fractured societies seek scapegoats and subordinates, especially under the influence of a small man longing for supremacy.

Such is its portrayal of Matthew Hopkins (Emily Hindle, from an all-female cast of six), who made a small fortune as the self-styled Witchfinder General – “like he’s a soldier, except he’s not,” observes gimlet-eyed Anne Alderman (Claire Storey). Anne tends to the townspeople like she does her garden, and Brown supplies a virtual index of medicinal herbs – a reminder of the lost knowledge of such female healers targeted as witches.

At Theatre Royal, Bury St Edmunds, 11-22 March

Emmanuelle Antille’s diffuse film begins with her grandmother’s passion for her garden before exploring a range of artists reimagining landscape

This dense yet maddingly diffuse work by Swiss documentary maker Emmanuelle Antille starts with the director reflecting on her late grandmother’s intense devotion to her suburban garden, of which she made more than a thousand drawings. From this, Antille builds out an ambition to explore a number of outdoor spaces framed by extraordinary imaginations.

Several of these are professional artists, well established names such as Charles Ross who builds monumental observatory-like concrete and earthwork structures to engage with the cosmos. A division or two down in renown come collaborative artists Anne Marie Jugnet and Alain Clairet, also known as Jugnet + Clairet, who work in various media that engage with landscapes, from paintings that reproduce regular Ordnance Survey maps but with key bits of information left off, or marble sculptures of clouds. Elsewhere, we’re introduced to the very intriguing legacy of the now deceased Noah S Purifoy, more of a classic outsider artist who worked with found materials and scrap, building himself an outdoor museum in the California desert.

Biodiversity is great in theory, but there are reasons to fend off invasive alien species and the knock-on effect of their presence

Britain would be a wasteland if it weren’t for immigration. Fifteen thousand years ago, most of the country was buried a kilometre deep in ice – not ideal conditions for life. That all changed as we moved out of the last ice age into the current, milder climate phase. The ice sheets retreated, leaving an empty landscape for anything with the wherewithal to seize the opportunity and move in. Tens of thousands of species did, mainly heading north from the European continent to which Britain was then joined. The result was a native biota where almost every species is an immigrant. Our ancestors were among them.

Immigration is a natural process, but it’s one that has been fundamentally changed thanks to humanity’s wanderlust. As we’ve moved around the world we have taken many other species along with us – some deliberately, some accidentally – to areas they couldn’t have reached without our assistance. These include many of the most familiar denizens of the British countryside. Grey squirrel, ring-necked parakeet, horse chestnut, rhododendron – none of these would be in Britain if they hadn’t been brought by people. They are what ecologists call aliens. Anywhere people live you’ll also find aliens.

Tim Blackburn is professor of invasion biology at University College London and author of The Jewel Box: How Moths Illuminate Nature’s Hidden Rules

On the downside, all my personal data is being harvested by faceless corporations. On the up, I’ve got a little parent in my pocket, anticipating my every need

I awoke recently to one of those galleries of photographic memories curated for me by my phone. This one featured my best friend, M: admiring a dosa, stroking her cat, holding a pair of Parisian melons and lying in my garden. It made me smile and when I told her, she said her phone had had the same idea. “It keeps trying to get me to put you as wallpaper,” she messaged, showing me its suggestions. Like pushy parents, it was as if our phones had got together and decided it was time we had a playdate. The worst of it is they are right: I really miss her.

It reminded me of all the other ways my phone parents me. When I get out of choir practice, it volunteers, unprompted, that it will take 12 minutes to get home by my usual route. It helpfully offers to count down a minute when I am at the gym and want to time my rests between weights sets. When I get into the car on Saturday afternoons, it always shows me the way to the supermarket. At bedtime, it offers a shortcut to TikTok because it knows watching cats confused by Ramadan and RuPaul explaining how to parallel park soothes me.

Your way of thinking could be making you miserable or stunting your emotional growth. But how can you challenge it?

The other night, I got home from work feeling very tired. It was really cold and what I really wanted for dinner was a jacket potato. In fact, I wanted two. So I heated the oven, slathered my potatoes in oil and sea salt and cooked them for an hour and 20 minutes.

I was so tired that I neglected to complete the final step, an error that risked turning this very ordinary dinner into an explosive disaster: I forgot to prick my potatoes.