Leek, Staffordshire

Two older ladies came to put money in my case. They stopped at the cusp, suddenly worried they might be doing the wrong thing and asked “Are you English?”. The implications of the question troubled me. If I wasn’t? Presumably the money would not be forthcoming.
But why did it matter? The thought of a foreigner on their street was clearly an issue.
Leek suddenly felt like a designated safe space for the already safe. On reflection I should have said something like ‘No mate, I’m Sri Lankan’ in my best North West accent to see what happened.


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