Mr Gold Finch.

We went to M&S this morning, as the Dine in for £10 meals were on. When we had finished, I went in to the lingerie department to have a bra  fitting. J sat patiently outside. I took four in to try on and the assistant said, ring the bell when you need me. Well, I waited, and waited, and was getting rather annoyed by now, so I opened the door slightly and called her over. She said, sorry the bell isn't working. Grrrrr!  The original four I had taken in were all wrong, so eventually we got one that I liked, and which fitted me perfectly.  A result, at last. I got dressed, and asked her if they did it in other colours. She then informed me that it was the last one. J was still sitting patiently waiting for me , so we went to pay for the bra, and it had been reduced, so it wasn't all bad. It's a good job that men don't have to go  through all that palaver . I felt as if I had been dragged through a hedge backwards. We came straight home, and after putting the shopping away, J went out to do some more panels on the fence.  I took the photo of the Goldfinch before we went this morning. They seem to be visiting a few times a day now, and they are very welcome here.