You may recall that a few days ago I ended a post with the comment ‘…as Punch would have said.’ Ever since then Mr Punch seems to crop up everywhere I go. Yesterday CJ and I went to Port Sunlight and in the Museum Shop what was one of the first things I noticed? A postcard with Mr Punch on it. Now it is, of course, true that the postcard would have been there even if Mr Punch hadn’t raised his head in my consciousness and because I had him in my mind I’ve little doubt that is why he suddenly seems, by coincidence, to be appearing wherever I look. We have Murphy’s law for things that, if they go wrong, they will. Is there a name for this law? Am I the only person to whom it seems to happen time and again? Surely not.