With my freshly minted mission status in the bank, I gingerly checked the website and choose to accept a shopping trip to Southmead. The shopping list didn't include ginger or mint sadly. And neither did it include thyme. The punning opportunities there would've been a joy. There actually was a trifle on the list although of course a pun of that calibre would be a trifle below me. And the cooked chicken I bought gave me paltry punning opportunities.

With the shopping complete and delivered, it was thyme to shift my mental gaze away from wordplay and drop it off where it belonged so that this old basket case could wheel his way back down south with his first mission safely in the shopping bag. I can't wait to checkout a few more!