It was the summer heatwave of 2016. The combination of the dry British heat and the high levels of pollen made the short walk to work for Zara unbearable. Snivelling and sneezing, she scuttled along the grassy bank, into the air-conditioned building of the Black Country University.
“I can’t stand this weather!” she moaned to her manager as she dumped her heavy bag and shrugged off her blazer.
The American professor looked down at Zara’s brown forearms peppered with dark hair. “Surely your people are used to this kind of weather!”.
Zara was speechless. She was only from Leicester.