Goldfinch has had an issue at work.
They have a staff canteen where he is based and he went through a stage where at lunch time he fancied the soup of the day offer, which was something like £1.50 for a bowl of soup and a bread roll.
On that section of the canteen you serve yourself and fill your own bowl. Well Goldfinch, being a six foot one inch fine and handsome specimen of a man, filled his bowl right to the brim.
Well…the canteen staff noticed he was filling his bowl right to the brim and took umbridge at this. They complained about him.
When I heard I was outraged. I would have happily marched up to his work premises and gone to pay a visit to the canteen staff and told them to make sure that my Goldfinch gets exactly what he wants.
I have no greater pleasure than cooking and baking for my gorgeous Goldfinch…and I jolly well make sure his bowl or plate or glass are always filled to the brim (with seconds waiting to go if he desires them).
Canteen ladies…how dare they complain about Goldfinch? The rotters! Feed my Goldfinch, he needs lots of energy to come and visit me in London.