It as classic as a Charles Dickens novel, as predictable as the England football team. The minute you stop looking for something, that thing appears. Murphy’s Law (is it, really?), I hear you say. An incredible nuisance, you hear me reply. But this time I’m more happy than mad. Ziggy, one of our three missing tortoises, has been found after a three-week absence. So yes, that’s good. What’s not good if that barely hours earlier, I dismantled the complex enclosure from where the three boys so ably managed to escape . Which makes me think – maybe it was time for the enclosure to go, just like Alcatraz after Morris and the Anglins escaped in 1962.