My worst nightmare is coming true: the neighbourhood is gentrifyingI come home to find a parcel on the kitchen table wrapped in parchment. “There goes the neighbourhood,” I mutter to myself, knowing what terror lies within. A spelt loaf.This isn’t any ordinary spelt loaf. The sticker sealing it tells me it’s from the new store a few doors down. For weeks we’d peer in at the builders, wondering what the shop might become. A butcher? A phone shop? We could understand those. Instead, it sells artisan bread and skateboards. My worst nightmare is coming true: the neighbourhood is gentrifying. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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