When the new Indian family moved in and bought the shop, I was selfishly very happy. As a seven year old, I was over the moon that 'proper' Indians had moved in and my mother and I were no longer the only 'Pakis' in the village. They had two children the around same age as me. They were darker than me, they had Indian names, they were Hindu and they owned a shop.
I awoke on a gloomy Friday morning to Brexit. Whilst it wasn't the result I expected, the writing is on the wall - the UK is leaving the EU. This isn't an article to argue for or against the reasons for remaining or leaving. Instead, I'd like to look at how Brexit unexpectedly gave my business a deeper level of importance and meaning to both the local community and myself.