There's no plaice like home

Since my brain's gone a bit mushy from lockdown, I've been putting my heart and sole into GoodGym missions, so leapt at the opportunity to help Mr I.

Mr I was in a very relatable pickle - while he's getting through lockdown, he had a hankering for fish and chips and needed a hand getting this treat while he codn't get out.

After scampi-ing over from my previous missions, I got to the takeaway to collect Mr I's fish and chips. Popping it delicately in my bag (not wanting it to get battered en route, I had to fill-et carefully), I headed to Mr I's plaice. On scale-ing the steps, I dropped off the package and rang the bell, then headed home.

Fin.