Tory grandee Norman Tebbit: The only small mercy? My darling Margaret went before I did
Tory grandee Norman Tebbit, Mrs Thatcher's loyal attack dog, has been called many things in his time, but I'm not sure even his enemies would reach for the word 'cowardly'. He does, though. Lord Tebbit, who will be 90 in March ('if I make it'), is describing his wife's descent into dementia, and assessing how he coped when she started losing her mind and the still-functioning parts of her body. How tough he is on himself. 'It was perhaps rather cowardly, but when Parliament was sitting, I did take refuge there,' he says. 'I would drive to London. I could leave my car in the car park at the H...