We’re still trapped in the house, what with Coronavirus going mad outside, while we grow ever more stir crazy inside. At the moment, we’re having to be Travelling Monkeys that don’t travel. We’ve decided to stave off the insanity by treating ourselves every now and then by having cheeky food and milkshakes delivered to the door from various places. No prizes for guessing where some of it comes from. Apologies to the fish and chip shop where Rudi got his sausage and patties…